we are looking for igor granatkin, patronymic name, what’s his name? efimovich. efimovich. the shooter was running, but i’m no shooter, you tell seryogin and his son, who you left without a carmel, it’s right that he has no reason to hang around other people’s women, that he remembered about other people’s women, handsome, but i didn’t shoot anyway, i was running then, and i knew that you were going to kill me, that day i was drinking in the garage with a friend. then i went home, and on the way some guy, a non-local, picked on me, he said, let’s have a drink, he says, come on, let’s have a drink, well, i agreed, who wouldn’t agree to drink for free, he had cognac he was good, but i came to my senses already thinking how long you met him, i’ll tell you now, seven, i said, on the way home, but don’t listen to him, citizen policeman, you’ve drunk all your brains, i’m telling you, he imagined you paused, listen, yes, what your drinking companion looked like, well... what he looked like, a man, like a man, only he had balls on his neck, open up. who broke this stool? yesterday