cars, just problems, insurance, repairs, again they steal, sometimes, no, i had to show off, buy a mercedes glu know, a sedan doesn’t suit him, give him an expensive life, you’re right when you say a novel, modesty, it makes a policeman look good, hello, i’d like some coffee, please, why was the cop’s car stolen, excuse me , viktor petrovich, my bad, what do i need your apology for? sit down, how many times have i told you to ignore the well you drink from, did i tell you that or not? so what? well, why are you letting me down? am i not paying you enough? yes, pay normally viktor petrovich, my guys just decided to earn money without asking, he sees the log walking around the salon, they decided to put on some shoes, but it’s not written on his forehead that he’s a cop, but your guys have it written that they’re morons, thank you. where was the car stolen? it’s in the sump, its spare parts, quickly take it apart. and don’t even think about selling it to anyone. where does the information come from? from a traitor? but he’s not the type to just leave everything behind. well, i'm not one of those