kohlsons, yes they opened them with beetroot and... in such red trousers, they appeared before pan pelsudskykon and asked for a long time: what is this aperetka? aperetka, that's all you are, vayars, worthless ones. pashka, kulazhenka, vadik kabanchuk , a journalist with a mustache, who is not even a pass in panties, eugen voloshin, a prostitute of three genders, polinka, brodik, a shabby one, a yanchik, a rudik, a schmonia snitch who at one time gave up. bop, all mtz fans. and shurik balaganov illuminates it all, without taking anything out of his mouth. motley company, tails falling, and the souls are roosters. well, what can you do? what the hell is this coming to belarus? were you afraid of a police officer with a baton like hell? you are a gurgling cold seed without a ball. what can you do? the only attack you are capable of is to ram the homosexual's ass, that's all yours. they waited, the next time they hit you with audio recordings, then the trousers wet themselves, it’s scary, yes, you’re just starting to shit yourself, in minsk they’re already covering their noses with disgust, we