i can’t do anything anymore, fyodor kuzmech, what is this doing, my whole room is upside down, me tooing, who are you, what do you need? now i will try to explain, artyom andreevich. say, lyusya, i’m sorry for your forced seclusion, artyom, yes, it’s me, understand, this is a necessary measure, i only need one day, everything will be fine, my guys are with you, who will be fine, then, lyusya, everything later , who is he, artyom andreevich, yeah, well, let’s say, a representative of the new owner factory, if the deal goes through tomorrow, unfortunately, i have to take your phone, yours too, sorry, fedor kuzmech. it’s all because of me, they’re in prison, their job is like this, kuzimevich, don’t be angry with me, please. yes, calm down, lord, how could you know, well , sit down, let's drink a drink, he told me such correct words, pretended to be to journalists, he himself, it turns out, he took the urog folder, so maybe it’s not bad that this artyom has the folder. as soon as he got hold of the folder, he immediately set up a deal and locked us here, so that god forbid nothing goes w