nice to me, but i love konstantin kostya, scoundrel, scoundrel , bastard. we are looking for konstantin hi advicee, i went no you will be carried. oh, how you use technology. ouch stop stop, a. here stop the woman asks. i'm stupid. it's you who forgive me. yes, hello, i've been calling you all day, you can hear me. so she's there with this guy, i've been up all night. i'm sorry. i just got blown away. so you're good there. yes, i asked you. i came here because you talked me into it. you convinced me that she is terminally ill and needs help, tell me, could you look. she's with him now. i didn't sign up to be your snitch. you're the best to leave, why did you want her to be happy this month, she's happy i have nothing to do with. their same cho adds up with gascon, creative, shit just sit around. i take a notepad. immediately the story appears fresh theme. people choke on going through ugly places of power, my village is a kilometer away from not about god in the evening, when the ships go. varsha spotlights how it illuminates its path, as it becomes clear during the day, of course, nature brings