ivan valerievich igolkin, still a gun, from which they shot on the highway in a restaurant yesterday, now i work with stas kovalsky, this is the case here, in general, i lost heart, i, come on in, marusik! goat, you can break the door, you need installation, so bring it, open it. well, be quiet. and i thought you were still in prison, but i thought that you didn’t even know that you would be so lucky, you have to be lucky. gosha! “this is why hell, there are no cops in heaven, in short, this, this is st. petersburg, and there are enough cops here that it’s impossible, it hurts, is this a prison hospital, or something, there won’t be a prison hospital anymore.” why? yes, his conscience ate up and brunman wrote a suicide note on ten pages. the prince, dying, shot himself, found himself between three fires. could not resist. there is no place for saints here, and this one, what’s his name, is a ghost. it's clear. and i’ve been lying here for a long time, well, it’s almost a day already, oh, you have bruises to your internal organs, you have internal bleeding, you are covered in bruises,