they don’t know how, before he wrote songs under the moon, poems, but now, maybe a glass of litwein tome on, older men always know better what they want to do. true, they don’t always remember well, the mountains, the mountains, the cossacks are riding. i’m wondering what i’m doing here, now everything will happen, whatever will happen, take off your clothes, dasha, now you’ll get to know a real russian soul, why is he undressing, really wearing them? plunge into the depths of the subconscious headlong, it would be better if he were a rapist, my god , what cartoon did we come from, and where are the snowdrops, pretty, pretty, dripping, hold on, look, look, no, yes, yes, i’m leafing through, super, yours, madam, what, yours, i say, no, relative, from from pskavino. it’s far, it’s far, you won’t get there, relative, that’s good, that means you can do it yourself. well, hello, hello, my name is mark, i ’m an agent of this barmot, do you want to spend an evening that you will never forget, zaya, come here, the light needs to be rearranged, i’m coming. you are so defenseless, every new date