i really wanted to take revenge. we met oleg butenko well then lived with cherkasovo further simply the pizza club hasn't even started an investigation. and then i invited another lover to the dacha. yura cherkasova overdosed him, threw him into a nearby park with the same business card in his pocket, and his notebook was already lying under the carpet in the apartment. cherkasov and the police. again, i didn’t scratch myself, i didn’t even look. then i lured vasya and did the same with him. further i went out when the traffic cops honked. come on out, i'll tell you later come on come on. leave me alone. i only wanted a muffler. i hope now that you're sitting here, you're happy with our work. do what you must and come what may? fine then, hold on tight. i ask mr. ustinov vadim petrovich the tax inspector supervises your publishing house, there is no need to introduce yourself. i know you all very nicely, and your affairs. i am also well aware. so good that i even know about your immediate plans. all documents are collected here. where is it taken into account. every left ruble it is not