i’m, here he is, i ’m, look, i’m moshing in your hole with my twig, wow, igor , you’re relaxing in gomachkahing. why are you telling me how it is like this, it’s a bastard, it’s not in vain that he was dumped from a cat by 12 people, a dead man’s chest, max, take me off, let me out, right? and what should i say, igor, what magic words, a bottle of roma, brilliant , you have a hammer on, in one hand, in the other, ben yourself, for cutting, let's have fun as best you can, oh you creature, maximov, bye igor , don’t suffer for too long, i’m about to puke. asphexia, the lung from the deceased , filled with water, seemed to have drowned, well, i understand that as a demobilizer, i drowned from envy, because that someone else found the treasure, that’s understandable , wait, that is, he drowned himself, then floated up and lay down on the sofa, there’s no better place to lie at the bottom, lyosha, you say that, colleagues, you’re exhausted in your versions, stop. what i mean, lanochka , is that they tortured him with water, and who needed it , the enemies, of course, the same ones who killed this