yes rum, hello, sergei igorevich, well, i found this house, what a house, in stakhanovka, why the hells the house number? eh, roma, roma, 140, please, now he’ll ask for everything, i’m detaining you for 48 hours, but what have i got to do with it, you’ve been hiding me, i’m running away from crime, and from where? i needed to know that i wasn’t running around, much less a criminal, the investigator would figure it out. i need to tell my relatives, my fiancée svetlana, i’ll go with you. romka, it’s his own fault, if only he’d been quicker, everyone with you in the morgue was sunbathing themselves, and not him, bitch, bitch, bitch! when i killed the mole, i had no emotions at all, but rumka seemed like a waste of a child. calm down, i also feel very sorry for kulishov, that’s it, you’re not to blame for anything, who’s to blame, well , who, because of whom are we here with you, from whom it all started, phew. we need to close this topic before leaving, calmly, no need, we the shalonov gang drove up this hut with the condition that we sit quietly, don’t stick our heads out, we’re already