he was sitting there when zarudsky disappeared.ase where a killer was carried out of the prison gates in a sports bag, he did his job and came back to finish his sentence. you still think it's him zarutsky? not a fact, of course. it was a sunday, but there was no rest for the garbage, it’s boring to hear, my husband is waiting for me from a woman, before you were more company-like, let’s come and visit us, no? i won’t go, my husband is allergic, well, let’s go, don’t try to persuade me, i have a barrel at home, i have to feed the cat at home , let’s go, let’s go, uh, finally, let’s go for a ride, come on, get in, oops, sheep, push, oh, dim , i forgot my phone, well listen, let’s not come back, nothing bad will happen if your petya or ivan ivanovich or god forbid the distillers are not there for you on sunday call me, what if something happens, well , they’ll call me or come to the mountain, but they don’t know where we’re skating, listen, if necessary, they ’ll even find you on the moon, i’m sure some kind of rubbish will definitel