Thus spake Voland

From Master and Margarita, which I have revisited;

Oh, I am sorry – sighed the stranger, looking Bezdomni in the eye, and continued: - But what I am concerned the question: If there is no God, then dare I ask who manages human life and all the general things on this planet and beyond?
-- People are managers of their fate – we are the best there is on this planet, - rushed angrily Bezdomnyj answer to this, confessing to himself he does not understand things well.
-- Again an objections - softly applauded the stranger - to manage, you need to, after all, have a precise plan for a period of time, any decent period. Let me ask you, how can a person control anything, if he is not able to compile any plan except for a ridiculously short period of time, well, years, say, a thousand; but can not vouchsafe for their own evening?
And, in fact – then he turned to an Berlioz - imagine that you, for example, begin to plan ahead and have people running around you in this large office of yours, so to speak, only gaining a taste of your future successes, and suddenly you discover... hm ... hm ... that you are terminally ill with sarcoma of lungs ... -- Here foreigner smiled sweetly, as if an idea of Berlioz having sarcoma brought him pleasure - yes, cancer, cancer – stretching as cat, he repeated the sonorous call - and here is your administration ends!

-And sometimes, it can get even worse: only now you think that you will travel in Kislovodsk, - here the foreigner pierced Berlioz with his menacing gaze – an easy bit, but this you can not commit because suddenly you stumble and fall under a tram! Do you say that it is communist government declared so? Maybe it is not the government of People Republic that ordered you to die, just maybe? -- And here he laughed….

Having said so he whispered to both the poet and the writer: -- Keep in mind that Jesus existed. -- You see, Professor, - with a forced smile retorted Berlioz - we respect your great knowledge, but Soviet citizens on this issue have a different perspective. --
We do not need any points of view! -- responded strange professor - he just existed, and nothing else.
-- But we require evidence ... -- began Berlioz.
-- I do not need any evidence - and the professor responded softly with his German accent disappearing: - I was there....