excuse me, aren’t you olga aleksandrovna pankratova, daughter of larisa georgievna miroshina. every right to do to her the same way she once did to me. well, please, rock me. verochka, hold on, and don’t believe her, she. she's been lying all her life, she's lying so well that she was given the title of people's people for it, all the best, that's where you're hiding, listen, there your superstar threw such a tantrum, maybe you should go to miroshina, otherwise i had enough leprosy for today, damn it, i’ll become a doctor, i’ll write in my memoirs how borovikova tormented me, first become, i asked you, call: a professor, or at least this young lady who looks at him like a mouse cheese, they are having an affair, yes, i understood correctly, they will be here soon, soon, soon, i’ve been waiting for more than an hour. soon, i'm not afraid, they'll retire somewhere , you probably think everyone should drop everything and hang around with you all day, how are you? the way you talk to me, brat, who are you anyway, and who are you, i’m a woman with whom my own daughter doesn’t want