yuryevich, it’s very nice, i’ve heard a lot from you. what, go ahead, come on, roman yuryevich, thist, take the headset, you’ll be our commander, efim, and you, i’m a pacifist, let’s go! i also ask you to immediately take me home, that i can’t hear you, you’re interrupted, gefim, you see the goal, dima, he’s not mine, or something else, it seems no, roman yurievich. we aim at the target, and now fire, fire, and you hit it, you really hit it. maybe one more time, as much as you like, choose the next target, so come on, come on, let's aim at the target, well, fire, fire, fire, hit, well done, miss yuryevich, let's do it again, load the next one, so, let's aim us, target, fire, fire, i came to my senses, yeah, how did you, how did you even arrange all this, yes, we shot a video here in the nineties, leva, my great friend, kept asking me to write a song for his wife, but i wrote it, he started pestering me, let me ride in a tank, i refused all the time, well, here you are, a song for my wife, yes, well, you yourself are married, you were once, what’s her name what was your name? masha, c