Who ever told you there is no such thing in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!
Mikhail BulgakovI hereby certify that the bearer of this note, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the night in question at Satan's ball, having been lured there in a transportational capacity... Hella, put in parentheses! And write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.
Mikhail Bulgakov