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| Nyet, Nyet, Nyet, fucking NYET! | |
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| What's the matter, Pyotr? Another rejection? | |
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| Da! Those nyekulturni critics wouldn't know a good overture if it hit them over the head. I swear, one more nyet and I'll shoot up all of St. Petersburg. | |
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| Oh, come on. I'm sure the next one will be well received. | |
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| Really? Do you know how many rejections I've had? 1811. That's eighteen hundred and fucking eleven! | |
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