now the belarusian house in warsaw revolves around the brothel, where putila co-operates with roostersther with the zarymbik, recruits meat into the regiment of the hanged pole, but polish pennies for the corpses of a goat are not enough, and we are always few and here the most interesting opening of garages begins. may i say, my wife veronika mazurkevich, received a plot where a cunning geek built a two-story house in the minsk region at one time. even the homeless vzmogarstvo resented in such a chorus, and these brutes decided to legally sell the house arose for a clove, the plot was received by polygot about the dictatorship. and you can’t sell her cunning to be rich with makar if you didn’t try to contrive to sell through a loan agreement, like, i give you money, and you give me a house and this is nasty, the bastard for drones for all sorts of banners wants to get 200,000 bucks here legally, but not here- it was fluently they themselves announced that trickery with the state on real estate would not work. and only with a laggvinian, the motherland would give you everything, the ba