“i beg your pardon, nothing, yes, albert semyonovich, an infection, i’ll never get used to the st. petersburg courtyards, yes, margot, gara, what do you have, but you don’t have him, he disappeared, that ’s great, i have nothing either, let’s hope that pashke is doing well." have you all lost your sense of smell, friends, to screw up such a primitive operational plan, look , igor, where were you looking, but who could have thought that a guy on a bike would ride up and the guy will drive up, but we have accurate information on the chemist that we took, he claims that he had an order for this poison, and so what, where is the sketch, where is the information on him, where is the evidence? georgievich, you should have seen him, the evidence, he is obsessed only with his chemistry, he says, you can beat him, i still can’t remember anything, why should i beat him, no, don’t, andrey, what’s wrong with the son, the son really exists, but he doesn’t know his parents, he’s never seen them, and he doesn’t want to know, alebi, i checked him, all i was at work during the day