Valya: It is a pedestrian
Kroshka: What is it?
Valya: throw, now with my lying in bed, I am so relaxed, I cling to him and say that I am ready with him at least to the end of the world, and I am not afraid of anything nearby
Valya: And he’s like that – oh, go down the basements of our ten-story buildings without the lights of rats we pursue?
Valya: and lies rugged in the ceiling
Kroshka: This is shit.
Kroshka: Glad we didn’t go.