akimova svetlana sergeevna, does she live here? yes, yes, yes, svetka. good evening. late. forgive me, svetlana sergeevna. i didn't come yesterday. it is he. drunk, you generally know what time it is, go, and you’ve been waiting for me for a long time, one minute, you had this song, i can’t wait for the hot summer, i can’t wait for the spring day, pray for me, darling. soon, soon i will be gone, no, they didn’t drink this at the orphanage, goodbye, and the flowers apparently didn’t sing. tish, why don’t you go to bed, don’t go to bed, i’m stabbing you, but this artist, why are you suffering, because of the boy? “i didn’t notice, that’s it, let’s go to bed, yes, go, i’ll clean up now, let’s go, let’s go, hush.” sazonov, did you sleep here all night? are you okay. the street is not mine, it's public. sorry about yesterday. our comrade died in the line of duty, the one he brought flowers to, lord, what a horror, he didn’t come, take it, work, sit down. the identities were established, ivan famina, nicknamed mommy, a crime thief, this is a completely different story, vale