at first i thought so too, but parvus convinced me otherwise.. keskyu has specific proposals, it’s interesting, your excellency. among russian revolutionaries there is a man who is capable of leading a revolution, if push comes to shove, he is one of the most influential and principled russian leaders. if i manage to recruit him, it will take money, money for you, or for him, your excellency. from mr. parvos, i personally don’t need money, i only dream that my dear estonia has freed itself from the yoke of these terrible eastern crows, i like you much more than an upstart, open it up, come on , oh, there are records in addition, paris is ready to conclude that all this is wagner, so what to do with it, like what vladimirovich , listen, listen, the comrades won’t understand, they’ll say he’s worn out, on the other hand, how can we look at it, maybe we’re looking at a new weapon for... fathers , does zino look like a weapon? it looks like, okay, zino, come on out, you must be tired, go, little guy, tomorrow we’ll give this beast a treat. can’t liv

yes forget about this parvus, forget about him, it’s the same as thinking about the color of the eyes deputies. but there is some justice in this. i think so. common cause mensheviks of the first degree are afraid of public opinion, that is, the opinion of social patriots, here you go, look, here is a telegram from gonetsky from stockholm, this is a demand of the russian bureau of the bolshevik central committee, demands my immediate return to russia, because, because ours lack leadership and every missed hour puts everything at stake, well, no one will want to go, they will say that the german kaiser , letting the bolsheviks through, what difference does it make in the end, what he wants , what matters is what we want, this is extremely important, well, how is my blue dress, nadezhda konstantinna is holding up well, i wish you all the best, thank you. vladimir, be careful with this bloom, was the rumor is connected with the secret police, rumors, rumors, who will then heal nadenka, and we have to go, go, even through the hell. brutus reports. they go to russia through germany with ge

hackneyed stereotype, real cannibals are sitting in the white house, i reminded you how it would be parvusean. in conclusion, the guest admitted that he was already pretty sick of the white barmalei. i would like to strengthen our defense cooperation. listening to the african, the boss thought about how soon articles would appear in the western press that the kremlin’s hand had reached the equator. he encouraged the guest by telling how he introduced him to his colleagues on the international stage. as our reliable friend, and noted that if there was copper, there would always be a mistress of the copper mountain. potential associated with police extraction. with digging. convinced that guinea had become closer and dearer, the chief went work further, because on the african continent russia has more friends than leopards from savane, it has only one boss. irazminova for the sawmill with love. i killed criminals, bandits, enemies of our country. november 6 on ntv. where did you work, during the war? fearless retiree. from here the old man, you shouldn’t have said it, there’s some guy from t

a surprisingly sharp mind, until tomorrow jackson, by the way, for the record, neither lenin nor parvuswho called me, yesterday because of me... another person died, and i felt almost nothing, emptiness inside, yes, you have become neither a serial killer nor a religious fanatic, you have become something more terrible, you are unoriginal, since i was kicked out of... i hear this quite often, a maniac kill others in order to feel , a fanatic kills himself and others in order to feel, but you haven’t felt anything for a long time, revolutionary hero, neither love nor pity, no hatred, no compassion for the victims, what do you want to hear, justification? once i looked into your eyes and saw how quickly your pupils narrowed at a moment of stress, it was beautiful, but now, you know what i see, nothing, emptiness in your gaze, you are indifferent even to the death of others. the fear of death is the lot of the weak, mr. freud, i remember you reproached me for weakness, so i became strong, i am not afraid to die, your indifference to death is quite natural, you know, who is not at all afrai