up or run, fire , lyosha is gone, tektu, he won’t tell you anything, this is crime journalist dmitry bobrovildhood friend, we lived in the same yard, i tried to stop him, why didn’t you stop him, dmitry bobrov, you were arrested on suspicion of committing a series of murders. pieces, you know, you say, he gave them. i was sorry, man, i also gave the murder weapon, we have some kind of compassion, but tell me, traces from crime scenes are also a gift, right? i’ll tell you, lyosh, of course , my friend, that’s why i won’t handle this matter, but if someone continues, i won’t interfere either, i’ll be there, how’s igor’s doing, oh badur! boder, as crazy as he usually is, this is not your car, i know. i won’t blow it off, well, just imagine, the grandmothers themselves. they brought it, well, as usual, i scammed these home-made businessmen like the last of them, well, a dozen greens, without straining, like from a bush, i can imagine how our little deer would be bubbling now, well, yes, listen, there ’s another office in sight, well, too i need to work, okay, i have a little more fun here... i