don't need this lilichka dear, good. you speak to the office and that's it zp and you're a beggar. for me i'm getting old, the only food will not tell you the way from astra all your thorns, in fact. just shoot in one grate. you are sitting in cells, like a carbon of you in something, says, sounds to me then a step in me is almost equal to pass. but if you go, then you will come there, then the transparent cancer of the dairy editors, banks and villages, go do not care what someone tells you go down and through the fog through this sky or on me, like a white ocean the sky has fallen, hatred goes crazy. who guide me through the mist. yes, returning to the sports life that dragged you to the fight, the hard life of butov, in fact, yes , we have the nineties. true, there were fights at school. i once had a moment when they set a gang on me, as they call hooligans, and they, in my opinion, i was entered like a ring. i still remember that moment, when this moment was somehow magical. it turned out to be a crowbar under my feet. eh. actually , it’s scary, but you know, surprisingly, some