I just thought yesterday I sat down and understood one thing. Every man should have a prostitute waiting for him in Saratov. Here even if the limb and man stands on the edge of the roof, one foot has almost stepped, he thinks: “Blin, I don’t need anyone in this world, I don’t have anyone, nobody understands me!” and then he says: “I don’t eat, I’m waiting for a prostitute in Saratov!” and I run down the stairs, to the station, to take a ticket to Saratov. The prostitutes of Saratov could save so many lives, give so much hope and joy to all of Russia!