de boulogne, and the glass of burgundy wine is shaking, the sacred groel is slowly rediscovered, hereom the most extreme point of existence, i live in russia, this is simply my homeland, in this wild power. skova has been a thing of the past forever, it’s unlikely that life will become simpler for days, this is my home, i had a friend. he left a long time ago in those parts where shocks and troubles are not expected, for him our life is like a bad movie, where the budget cannot save a mediocre plot, sometimes he calls, finds out how you are doing and hears the last one, if he doesn’t understand something, we burn to two in order to rise again from the sky. it’s unlikely that life will become more networked and easier, but this is my home, i will live easier, but this is my home, this is my home, this is my home. thank you very much, guys, thank you for having us, because in fact, it’s for your sake that all this is happening, we’re having a nice walk, oh, walk around, applaud, welcome, alexander buinov, great, guys! with a foreigner in the compartment, finding ourselves alone, we talk