no no, what was i with larisovich in the evening? i don't believe. it can't be. listen even.asant for you to say something better do it now, then it will be too late. bye. yes, i suspected that larisa was cheating on me and living with me only for the sake of money. all the more business, i now goes up the hill. so there is no problem with money. stop. you said that this is your joint business with mylnikov and zorin. well, of course, we are partners, but formally, i am the owner of the business. by the way, larissa really liked it. and why did the experience of telling larisa about treason have any grounds? i did not hold a candle and did not catch by the hand, if you are talking about this, i just felt it. do you understand? yes, i suspected that it could be my companions, or at least one of them. so was there any reason to be suspicious? it's like no. i just felt like there was someone between us? in general, i think it is necessary to establish surveillance over larisa, makarov's wife. don't you believe me? you are not the case in women gordeev, she is not even a witness,

well, then a bus tire was pierced and everyone went to the cliff, and marat larisovich retired to thet. the fact is that larisa's husband died a year ago and numerous fans appeared. she was a beautiful rich woman. a large apartment in the center of moscow in general attracted attention, so out of friendship she asked me to be her cover. that is, you only pretended that it was time for you. what happened when you went to the forest? i took her to the edge. and left. she asked me to leave her alone wanted to make a wish. and can you say something about the quarrel, the little nephew who died with her nephew? pulled money from her, be healthy. i'm sure it was igor who killed her. i didn't kill her. where did you do the bag, i did not take it. you searched my things, what else do you need from me ? matvey petrovich look carefully and suddenly you recognize the murderer. well, oleg got it. well, how do i know? i'm telling you, he stood with his back, you know? i mean, please turn your back on us all. turn your back on us. i'm sorry, i can't help. on is not present, as they say and here is

, so as not to break loose and get drunk , the picture you and i, created in collaboration with larisovichdered at the venice film festival in the seventy-second year, but most of shpalikov's scenarios were not accepted. what are your films about good people about, your heroes wander around the city and do nothing, clarify the meaning in the ussr there is no choice or do you drink? or are you healing or are they not printing you? the fourth is not given? gradually, the charming shpalikov turned into a tramp. and when it became completely unbearable. but that's how it became unbearable remained in reserve. one remedy, it remained to go to the vending machine on kievskaya and drink two or three glasses of white fortified cursed blessed public port wine number 14 on token number 25 from the ticket in your pocket, get off at the river tram, walk along the ladder , implied by the flags, the splash of waves, get off and swim under the drunk port wine. seagulls flap their wings, the water glitters and ripples. ahead, at the turn , the barge slowly turns around. about the wind of the upper deck, w