maxim kiselyov begins his report on the stylish capital of russia. nothing, the population is such, unmarried scumbags force the majority. the song, which half the country sang in the sixties, could be used as an anthem by any textile town in the union, but the whole region, only this whole thing... history is woven like a giant canvas of manufactories, factories, grandiose construction projects and the endless sea of ​​fabric. they change technology and speed, but still meter by meter, like page by page, thousands of volumes compile the history of the shuya seat, the silky softness of which is recognizable from the first touch. the result is this effect, as you can see, yes, it shimmers, it’s like silk. it is beautiful, when a famous swedish customer left the market, it was possible to win back the losses by making betting on their own name, here they have always been able to solve lifting problems, few where else. one such heavy truck can handle a load of 16 tons, its tractive effort is 260 kg. it was a government order to create a living machine c