golovanov, did you blame him for your son's death? 5 days ago, right in the club, my son, on coke i was fooling around, i took it from golovan, and here it’s obvious i mixed it up, when i cook. i got drunk, well, in short, i don’t remember anything, okay, i’ll try to resolve the issue with my daughter, if you didn’t kill golovan, you won’t go to jail, hello, i have a client for you, oh yeah, a lawyer, can he pay for my services? he can, a normal businessman, he immediately says guilty, i immediately say, i don’t know, okay, i’ll take care of it, do you hear, loser, you were told not to show up here, calm down, boys, i’m acting in a completely legal field, i’ll finish collecting the bottles and disappear, we’ll see each other again, we’ll break your arm. need to, begum, decide, oh, with you. "hi, who are you, why are you wandering around drunk, why did you come to your fucking moscow, are you even aware that all of russia feeds your fucking moscow, and i am one of them, because i'm a businessman, i pay taxes, listen, man, and why are y