good afternoon, comrade mayar, you are lying, lying, lying, i will sit down, yes, you are in a soft positionink that i will only wait for flowers for my funeral, this is your professional joke about death. by the way, this is probably one mess for you, i can’t stomach it with my grandfather, you want it or not, rafae knows better , he will fire me right there, but we won’t tell him, the word of a soviet policeman, bite, if only a little. and yes, by the way, i tagged my friends, as you asked, so, what else is this? officer moore came to visit, officer moore, what’s wrong, well, there are such employees that we only have terrible work or something, girl, let's get out, get out, hurry up, hurry up, we're not allowed fruit, we're not allowed flowers, get well. we can’t put ice cream either, let’s say that my throat hurts or what? who cares? your mother, with complete confiscation, i wish you health, and konrachev, what are you, the duty officer handed you over, a refusal came from the prosecutor’s office for insufficient grounds, they told me to look for lishchinsky on my own , then i’ll put it