— What's your problem? What you got against the whole world?
— I'm not the one with the problem, okay? It's the world that seems to have a problem with me. People take one look at me and go: «Aah! Help! Run! A big, stupid, ugly ogre!» They judge me before they even know me. That's why I'm better off alone.
You'll notice a blond person is expected to talk. If a blond girl doesn't talk we call her a 'doll'; if a light-haired man is silent he's considered stupid. Yet the world is full of 'dark silent men' and 'languorous brunettes' who haven't a brain in their heads, but somehow are never accused of the dearth.
— You know, you're kind of pretty for a stuntman.
— That's what they tell me.
Zec was a word. And so is Chelovek. It's a transliteration of their word for human being. Zec Chelovek means prisoner-human being. Like Prisoner Man.
Psychiatrists say that the games we watch and play are a reflection of the collective national psyche.