where the good news ends, apparently this jack conoley was so nervous. that he had a heart attack at khitogo, and then keep him in the saleria for a couple of hours, oh, fix the expression, and now tell me, as a child i dreamed of becoming a pilot. okay, arty, just don’t overplay it, pay attention to the man in the ticked scarf. like a black coffee cup, everything itches, don’t scratch your eyes, don’t move your eyebrows, uh-huh, and generally sit there, radiate pleasure, respectability, and english stiffness, what the hell, oops, look who came, huh? max, he's coming towards you, get ready to slam the trap, three, two, mr. conley, one, let's go. vadim, come across the street, follow me, max, check his coat, you two check the doors. well, that's it, that's it, that's enough, i ran away. young man, they defended their coat, that’s it , you’re probably thinking now, how did i screw up like that, i don’t think anything like that, it’s just stupid greed. greed and stupidity, but it’s you who are telling yourself off, you may be greedy, but you’re not stupid man, you just didn’t know that jack con