in general, i will soon be like the artist arlova in the film bright path.cord, i will serve, for example, not 100, but 300 citizens a day. they will run away from me, and i’ll rush after them, soda, soda, mung bean, marry me, but you don’t love me, let it be. how good you are, trophy, mom, too, mom, mom, please come out, thank you, i know that you don’t love me. i’m ready to wait a year all my life, you say, i’m good, yes, but i ’ll tell you, i would be glad if he didn’t come back at all, i feel like a bastard, the last bastard, i can’t do anything, i’d like to be i’m such a loyal friend, i’m such a sweetheart, but i can’t, i can’t watch how you suffer, how you work on this your soda? to console you, to interfere with hope in something, in something that i myself have not believed in for a long time, he will not return, you know, waiting is pointless. i can’t, i can’t, i can’t do it anymore, i can’t do it anymore, i’ll die, i ’ll do something with myself, hello, police, it seems we’ve been robbed. i came to belarus from syria, i came here to study, i still