it turns out, from the pskov province, that it surprises you to go here, nothing surprises me for a long this is me. i remember when we took these pskov dogs at a gangster showdown. they kissed in the car. listen, yegor could write styopa some garbage and garina there drag, of course. he always writes all sorts of garbage about us. and you call him, ask now. is the recipient's phone turned off or out of range? well, what will we read, do you think it is necessary? so the head of the first cop in the kennel shot them is not a tenant, this is bad. they disappeared, and everything was given to you this gold. maybe you told, if you knew the writer should have blurted out such a thing? in general, i took that volkov did not say some money before his death. and i wrote from your words. you personally told me that when volkov told you before his death, that he hid the gold at the bottom of the sea under it. i told some octopuses, right? i must have been drunk. listen, i'm tearing up. except to remove debts if i move you away, maybe i'll stay in them already. do you want to put me alone at such