maybe, yes, what kind of alfiq is my husband? i married him. just finished school. i got a deuce in physics. i came to his office, made my eyes. in what grade in the ninth then the whole tenth sheet ran after me? by the time i sochi, we had a fight. well, the girls persuaded, so the fool jumped out. why fool? yes, because he , god forgive me, turned out to be a finished goat a dull and vile word interfered with his personal life. and so, when one man likes, and the other specially interferes with him. so the fight took place on the 15th, exactly, two days before the murder. only it was not a fight, but he beat him for 30 minutes, at least. yes, you are not exaggerating in 30 minutes you can make a cutlet out of a person, i answer, at least 30. why did i open the door, firstly, he is alfredo, he shoved it into that corner and it was no longer visible through the peephole, and secondly, really for a very long time. okay let's continue opened the door and then the curly-haired one turns to me and says he didn’t get water to drink, he got tired, and i’m only the beginni