and the german master took it, but gennady dmitrievich zavolokin. a lot heart to heart with him, no matter where they invented the accordion so love as in russia they don’t love it anywhere, because this is a piece of our history. it is true that we even have poems that you have dedicated. well i find poetry something so brief information so i can sit now. i've been talking to you all day. and what, i think, and the clouds are not about harmony, but i can just read my poem, i have more than a thousand poems about harmony, but friends. here is one of my poems, which i wrote in 2001, when gennady zavolokin did not become, my heart responded. here, on this mountain, the verses sound so overgrown with libido the glades where the girls loved to sing accordionists across the river, do not suck with fire, a flood of meaningless songs under the absurd the name of the boy. like damp green mold has covered russia's eyes, curtained windows and souls, there is no faith in people's hearts and a cloud of coming clouds hangs over my country, but it will overcome i

gennady petrovich thank you, go, i'll invite you. i offered you to pass from hand to hand. and what now sit down? calm down, i have a lot to offer. dmitrievichgerate who will be watching you. and why do you know? there are more than enough people who want to knock me down . was at the bank. yes, it was empty, he took everything, as agreed. well, what could happen to him? well, this assistant of yours, he didn’t throw it at us now, but he can blow the roof off of such a sum, it’s impossible for anyone to carry such money and from this, by the way, he had a good percentage. but i i hope this will not affect the agreement in any way. i, in my opinion, fulfilled all my obligations, we'll see, we'll see. now the main thing is to find petrov. where can he be? well, as you say, the corpse was found, threw back a branch, i look, there is a man with a headshot shot through. well, i rushed, where to call you to the car, i left the phone in the car, which means that they didn’t fumble in his pockets, right? what the hell are my pockets of dead people's passion, i'm afraid, look works , uh, where did my wife go to work to work? yes , the wife was drivin