in short, i am a tattoo master denis, the owner of the dymov salon, he has fallen ill now, unfortunatelyo bad we're here without him. the me from which i killed your fiancé was contained in tattoo ink, which he stuffed with eve. dymov, he was my ex-civil husband, by the way, he was jealous. no. man and he does not report, he would still report to you shower not a kept woman, like some. the gun took the girls away, and can you first take a glass, if it's a punch for nerves? everything was fine with us, until it began to stick in our noses in our relationship. i wanted to protect his fool. they are not he on the money of his necessary prophets. well , i can't take it. why do you need this obsos if you had one? good girls love bad boys, i agree, by the way, the last time they saw dymov was the day before yesterday, if dymov calls immediately, let us know do not join him on vkontakte yourself. here all the fantasy bookshelves are lined. so dymov went on the run after he killed his ex's lover. maybe you should have told her that he is not boris at all, but you know who he is not, but even the