called you, dmitry ivanovich came to see me at the clinic yesterday and we talked, well, thank god, would have been irish, don’t you think it’s stupid to quarrel with vadim and zaello borisovna, dad? it may be stupid, but i'm not going to put up with it myself. are you not answering his calls? maybe he wants to talk to you, make peace in the end ? yes, because these will be words again, and i want him to do things himself, not dictated by his mother. daughter, me it seems like you need to sort yourself out. to start. probably closed with a second lock. open, it’s me, vasya, i brought you a sick note, but you’ll be fired, vasya, it seems we broke the bell. i'll fix it, why don't you have the key to the second lock? edik, it's time, what? are you leaving me? yes, how would you not leave me when you find out everything? you see, this is not my apartment. vasya, please forgive me, i just wanted to make an impression, and then i didn’t know how you were. i admitted this, but i feel like something doesn’t add up, right here, and what did you find out through your acquaintances in the cops