emanuel vitorgan, petrified by grief, did everything automatically. the first call to son maxim closed the doors, drew the curtains, turned off the phone. and i wanted to die after leaving, i closed the door, in general, maxim was there, fighting, it seemed to me that my friends were relatives, not even my son, at most no one would be able to bring him back to life. i remember how you came and cooked, left him dinner and left. well, there was one lived alone and continued. it was summer it was just right. just a vacation at the theater. here under the theater because allochka left on july 13, well, from 13 to 14, 13 to 14 left. irishka of course, it's a hurricane hurricane. what is her desire to help people? what a desire rushes to everyone and everyone i know, strangers, to call lawyers, there, i don’t know doctors, who she just doesn’t call, as she just doesn’t participate in human life, therefore, you see in front of you a very lucky person incredibly. i really hope that i am worthy of at least a part of this luck, at least to a part, we began not just to meet there somewhere