perhaps i summoned baskakov for interrogation and it would be good to work on the addresses while heikolai mikhailovich, here! come, you’re ready, the main phones are there, now i’ll see what other sim cards they have that work, that’s all, they have nothing else with you, alexander nikolavich, the object is in place, we can start, yeah, there’s one, block it. done, okay, stepan mikhailovich, start working, hands, wall, carry out. according to the will with azonova, her land plot is inherited by vladimir kuzmin, tell me, vladimir kuzmin owes you money? i assume you will get the plot as payment for your services, what? a how much is mayor krylov worth? i repeat my question: kuzmin owes you money, don’t answer, the question is: did you order the murder of sazonova? you must release my client, if not charge him. you will be charged with organizing an illegal mining business within a few hours. well, for example, i won’t be modest, i’ll say right away that i came up with the design for this cover. in general, i must say, the covers of our books are much better than their content? it’s ha

call signs nona and hutsul are now standing at an eternal post, the author of the sculpture mikhail baskakov response to him, come here. and so, we are standing at the quest blesses his halt and he has already taken out the newspaper. i rolled a cigarette diligently and struck a match once and twice and he said i was serene. you yourself light up first. the answer is just skillfully shielding myself. i took a step back. but the bullet that was charged to the body hit my friend. and he swayed somehow unsteadily and fell and scattered all the tobacco. and a guilty smile froze on his lips. i couldn't smile at this. to forget in the campaign and in the battle how we walked along to veta at our life on the edge. earth cracked crust war of distant years my friend shouted to me to eat shag, and i him come here. the heat floated and the blizzard whistled. but i couldn’t forget how the bullet flew at me. hit my friend. go to help at the first call not to be afraid to save the world from a more terrible evil it is a great honor this is a selfless feat of a volunteer , and this man during the great pat

the call signs nona and hutsul now stand at an eternal post, the author of the sculpture , mikhail baskakovand i answered him, come here. and so, we were standing at the checkpoint blessing his halt and he had already taken out the newspaper, and i was taking out the shag. i rolled a cigarette diligently and struck a match once and twice and he said, i’m calm, you light yourself first. the answer is just skillfully shielding myself. i took a step back. but the bullet, what they charged that the body hit my friend. and he swayed somehow unsteadily and fell and scattered all the tobacco. and a guilty smile froze on his lips. i couldn't smile at this. to forget in the campaign and in the battle how we walked along to veta at our life on the edge. earth cracked crust war distant years my friend shouted to me to eat shag, and i told him to come here. the heat was floating , the blizzard was whistling, but i couldn’t forget how the bullet was flying at me. hit my friend. go to help at the first call do not be afraid to save the world from a more terrible evil great honor this is the selfless feat