my mother, you know, who she was in cordaballet, she danced at the mariinsky theater, can you imaginenger our husband and father, you judge, in your opinion, it was better to follow him step by step, but i don’t know, but i know, it’s not better, although i don’t know, let’s have a drink, but no, i don’t want to, i don’t want to, but i want to dance, fuck you for years hid it like that? since you say cop, they gave it to you, take care, god protects, what do you think, chalov’s guys, you were attacked by accident, or on a tip, but the devil knows who only three people knew about the route, the owner, me and you, so think, you think, the owner did it, why would he, but no, not the owner. who then asks who betrayed us? yes, i will answer you, will you? yes, yes i am, yes, yes, what are you, yes, i will be a bastard, but you won’t be a bastard, a corpse. here you go, guys, i’ll tell you, the girls in the yoke are just right, you’re swinging, not like our chickens, but of course, hey, young people, you read the poster on the wall, but we don’t know how to read. write too, paint it to matc