i crawl back to one drama theater, right during the production of the idiot by fyodor mikhailovich dostoevskywoman who was sitting in the front row, suddenly the phone rang, she into the receiver, lilechka, i can't speak loudly, i'm on the idiot, no, you didn't understand, i'm on the idiot, you didn't understand, the idiot on... yes, i'm black, like the depths of hell, where i will rise irrevocably, but we are not in fate the power to change, because the threads of the universe rule us, did you pray at night before the demon? i say: did you pray at night before the demon? fool, did you pray or not, hello gorazh, atella, you were waiting for you, i, my faithful friend iago, cured you of treason, you betrayed skasio me. oh, no, by the salvation of my soul, i swear that no, do not lie to fornicate and prepare for death, oh, have mercy, let me live this night, go into exile, but leave me to live, hello, yes , hi, dear, no, i'm still at work, well, i don't know, well now he will strangle me in 15 yes, i know everything, and you will die now, yes, great, i so glad, now i'm going to take your life,