i'm his driver i was with pachkin nikolai gavrilovich, come on, come on, come on, don’t delay , well,th you they said, no, i was just sitting behind a barranca, but they don’t consider the driver a person, they’re the servants. they said in front of the waiters, we need to find waiters, then the boss has this plastic partition in the car, it slides in and separates the interior from the driver’s seat, they thought that i i didn’t hear anything, well, in general, people attacked the packs, i plowed from the svilinedi, but there was no way for them to get close to him, this one suggested luring pasha into a restaurant where the shooters could go on, uh, that week, the day: they definitely didn’t say, they told me to call him, pasha only, so today, yes, only tomorrow the foreigner should return, this one said that he would be late. for half an hour, asked if there was enough time to pave pasha, i have all this recorded digitally, did you write to your boss? no, my job is so dangerous, but i had to to arrange things somehow, just in case, i signed up someone, it seemed useful, it came in