"But Sklif does not accept payments from Naibul Bank, everyone knows that."
"Accepts, but requires showing the origin of the money. By the way, our dad always paid in advance for our body renewal. Now he is retired and we must take care and updating the body of dad in the first place. So far, I manage to buy updates for my dad every year. I mustn't lose my job."
"Me too. Some rich people pay a hundred or even two hundred years to upgrade. It’s a paradox, but sometimes proletariat can buy updates, for example, you, an employee, and bourgeoisie cannot, for example, the owner of a cafe or restaurant."
“This is not a paradox, Eugene. Brains are valued more than the restaurant business. Knowledge is power.”
“Well, suppose the terrorists put pressure on Ippolite, taking his daughter hostage. They couldn’t take her out of the Moon. The customs service of the Moon will not allow it. There are two options. Or they took Ippolite and her daughter at the same time, and the daughter agreed to fly to Britain, since her father was held hostage. Or the terrorists have a base on the moon. It makes no sense to bring her to Britain. So I need to look for their base on the moon. Perhaps it serves as a haven for terrorists and invaders from Saturn. There on the moon, every rabble from all the planets is going to play casino and many other entertainments. Not everyone can get a visa to Britain, and it doesn't depend on his planet of origin. The commerce chambers of the moon also attract many swindlers. I was there one hundred and twelve years ago, transporting equipment to a military base. Now people say that everything has changed a lot."
"Okay, we smoked, let's go, Eugene, I'll show the house."
"By the way, I brought six cans of beer and food. There are briquettes with the taste of cheesecakes with sour cream. Do you want?"
"I wouldn’t refuse beer. Well, and I need to sleep."
"At night I bought sleep in a red telephone box, and now only in the evening I will want to sleep. When will we arrive in London?"
“About thirty hours later.”
“So I have to sleep and dream like poor people. But my friend says that rich people also sleep to dream."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes, she is Alice."
“You are one hundred and fifty-five, and you will never grow up.”