leaving. he was alone, he was alone, the second went, where they were looking for my daughter agatha c stepan'sepan's address kutuzov writer forget-me-not or what, did the wife get it? let's go nastya, i know the address. wait, he's dead. don't worry. i will call leave the group, i found out who the corpse is, and the writer's daughter. and this is one gang, it’s not the competitors who were filled up under the bridge and the bartender is also under the bridge. this is a market change. and so he walked under shalom, here they are his and that. where are you? is it a scarecrow? is that it, he's like, like, joking, or something, if he joked the door without locking his muzzle on the floor to lie down, the writer called us half an hour ago, we arrived. turn on speakerphone. grandmothers brought the time it is necessary so far that paul of the pit has only been collected on the floor of a lemon to twist one whole or two half. in two hours we'll meet at the place , i'll call you, bring the cops there will be no strelka. they can be killed in two hours. here is the writer. it would be right now on th