well, we can use phones. conversation between zagorsky and trofimov?e, it’s like some kind of vicious circle, so think quickly, there is information that trofimov is getting promoted. after that, he will put the whole city under his drugs, there is one option, we believe that trafimov ordered larionova, who killed his son, and if this is promoted, comrade colonel, and boris is right, this is the idea, what do you need, i want for you to think about before you die. about my brother komorin, remember? i remember, oh, you have 5 minutes, well , you will die too, but i betrayed my brother, and people like me should not live, don’t answer, the amorin killed my son. “so you can understand me, your brother sold drugs, and i know you too, you yourself are a former drug addict, i hope you understand how much grief comorin brought to people, it’s not for you to judge, perhaps, but you should not be responsible for the sins of your brother, you see, he shouldn’t, no one should, i understand, come on, a gun, so i got in”: trofimov, he was accused of taking bribes,

can, come in, come in, meet me, this is my accountant, semyon arkach, and this is pyotr sergeevich zagorskybut i don’t remember exactly, but can i get acquainted with the current assets, in the morning you were not at home, they intimidated her, you just want to tick the box and close the case, you don’t care about people, “i called gordeev, called, said hello, of course he said how he is, how everything will heal normally , great, what is it, agafonov, well, what, he insists, repeats as if he was wound up, that he drank all night, slept in the morning, could not kill, well, we ’ll check that now, i took gafonov’s blood for alcohol, here is the result, wow, it’s just the two of us you are so much. yes, this means that gofonov had nothing to do with it, a professional would not drink before a case, well, if it’s not him, then it is, but yes. when can we bury seryozha? it is still necessary to carry out investigative measures, when will we be able to preserve it? sveta, calm down, don't touch me. it's your fault, this is the house profimova, are you sure that she is here, maybe she is prepari

wonderful, i agree, wonderful, sorry, i was delayed. and meet my husband oleg, and this is pyotr sergeevich zagorsky, i can’t live like this anymore, once we went to a ball and you showed up with a shot eye, the next time you show up on crutches, calm down, please, calm down, what’s going on with you, but i see that you’re not nervous because of my work, they told me that i’ll never operate again , you know, you have a dangerous job? yes, but she allows you to feel that you are living, so you don’t leave her, but for me, and all i can do is sell pills, well, hush, hush, hush, but i think you just need to find another job that you my soul will burn, let me go and have some tea, i’d better prepare it, okay. i agree to be the face of your foundation. nastya, you 're not sleeping. don't look for me! magda, oleg! i understand, but what’s the rush from there, i don’t understand, men, the next station is the final one, we’re not defending ourselves, we’re doing cleaning, let’s free our things, my good ones, don’t forget,

in soviet times, the city was named after the revolutionary vladimir zagorsky, his real name was wolf do you know the story of our sergesad? no, i don’t know, we’re not local. honestly, no. nothing, so the material didn’t come across. in volgograd, local journalists decided to check how well residents know the heroic history of its streets. naumova street, for example, is located in the very in the center, next to lenin square, and bears the name of senior lieutenant ivan naumov, who commanded the defense of the famous pavlov's house. the townspeople seem to have known this from school, but that was not the case. director, here i am i just know, maybe it’s somehow connected, but i don’t know anything else, but it’s also connected with the war, it’s like his colonel, in my opinion, naumov, i don’t know, probably in honor of naumov. i looked at the plot in the middle and remembered zadorny’s immortal monologue about how our people confuse babel with shnobel, and sarah bernhardt with st. bernard, nevertheless, igor vladimirovich, well, that’s how it is now, we can’t do anything about it