meet lastikova, komsomol goddess. lida. novikov, sergey. stop watching.g? get settled in dormitory in the circus, with my friends. wonderful people. she is the cashier in this temple of art. she is also the commandant, so the place is secured. this unfortunate man should write about seregina. it's very cool that you write about her. don't write anything, you can't get a word out of her. oh, what did i tell you, listen to smart people. are you wonderful, anna? people like anna, but the salt of a narrow land. wow, okay, stop watching. see you tomorrow, what a girl, nice, righteous, i wrote about such faces, eyelashes, yes, hair, yes, and beautiful legs, but i saw, look, i have a womanizer, who sanctified, that i know you, front-line soldiers, put this languor on your face, sufferers, sons of bitches, and you fell in love, look, the cyclops is pressing, hadji the abrek defeated! you know, it ’s a scam, i still care, why is it a scam, you little child, wrestling is a circus performance, not a sport, they, they lie with each other by agreement, it’s clear, wel

meet lastikova, komsomol goddess. lida. novikov, sergey. come on, stop watching.ika, you'll settle down in a hostel, a circus, with my friends. wonderful people. she is the cashier in this temple of art, she is also the commandant, so the place is guaranteed, this unfortunate man should write about seregina, it’s very cool that you write about her, there is no need to write about her, you can’t get a word out of her, oh, what do i tell you i said, listen to smart people, are you wonderful, people like anna, well, the salt of the russian land, wow! married, okay, stop me from looking at how she is if she has a child, of course, yes, but where is her husband at the front, oh well, i have to go. "aren't you going to watch this massacre? i'm on night duty until tomorrow, what a girl, nice, righteous, i wrote about such faces, eyelashes, yes, hair, yes. and my legs are beautiful, but i saw, look, i’m a womanizer, are you crazy, i know you are front-line soldiers, put such languor on your face, you sufferers, sons of bitches, and you ’ve fallen in love, look, the cyclop