hello, tell me, can i go to ivan petrovich trufanov? excuse me, who are you? i’m from the police.ke? a boy, about 18 years old, no more, actually, nothing special, just... who lives in our fifth entrance? well, i don’t know, but the operative granny reported that there are no bandits in their entrance, as well as dogs, i know that for sure, but there is someone suspicious, well, except for one brutish-headed ferret, well, a skinhead or something, i don’t know, you say skinhead, no order, let's go, you and i will visit this little guy, go ahead! “hello, we are from the police, and what is your question, checking the passport regime, well, i’m at home, and we are at work, uh, where should we stand, well done, oh, yes, i see you’re not for ours, but”, kid, yes, what are you talking about, this is my dog, where, where are you taking her, and we are taking you, come on, put on your helmet, let’s go, i won’t go anywhere with you, well, whoever is not with us is against us, let's take the chanel, let's go to prison, hands, fly, follow me, so you're saying the brat-headed kid is to his gr