with us today is the daughter and granddaughter of mortarman ivan methodich kazmin, love of fateev irinannikova, we will greet their friends. ivan kazmin, his brother-soldiers cleared the land of the enemy. today, their great-grandchildren are forced to do this dirty work again, but it is grateful and very necessary. the boys do all the dirty work for you without a break for cognac without a break for saturday, serve a battle with flasks, fire comes from the zots of the planet, it stands on blood, like peter in the swamps, boys, they do all the dirty work for you without a break for cognac without a break on saturday, serve a battle with flasks, the fire goes on and the same planet is on the verge, it costs computer swamps. a4 means it won't be here anymore. shout it means. you will find a computer on chipollachs and that means hail will fly in, like flocks of rooks we drive, ordered some more steel for us. we got zakromov 's chain branches, not spliced. they change. this world loves sabers loves salt from the eyes and funeral ensemble. tram-pam-pam patrol, then then the boys they do the

with us today is the daughter and granddaughter of mortarman ivan methodich kazmin, love of fateev irinavchinnikova, we will greet their friends. ivan kazmin , his brother-soldiers cleared the land of the enemy. today, their great-grandchildren are forced to do this dirty work again, but it is grateful and very necessary. i do all the dirty work for you guys. without interrupted cognac without a break on saturday , serve the battle with flasks, the fire comes from zolotov and the planet on the blood stands like peter in the swamps, boys, they do all the dirty work for you without a break for cognac without a break on saturday in the attack. flask battle. the fire goes from the planet to the blood is a computer in the swamps. four letters of the fighter on the shoulders, so there will be no more here. the iskander complex will find on whose was whose and, therefore, the grad will fly to them, like flocks of rooks one ordered some more steel for us. we got the bins the soviet jin, and not butted, if they change this world, loves sabers, loves salt from the eyes, then the ensemble is buried