pyotr bely, the magic of the tap, a person's constant attempts to balance between brutality the material world, and you see these iron rusty ships smeared with tar. kira, i beg you, stop, well, you are a very smart woman, i didn't understand anything about this and i won't understand it, that is, i won't. buy anything, you know that i'm interested in completely different things, real ones, and this is all some kind of nonsense, like everywhere now, why did i come then, i came to you, let's go, let's eat somewhere, i'm hungry, pasha, my husband is waiting for me, well, let him wait... an hour, there's a luxury restaurant 10 minutes away, let's do it today without improvisation. i'll call soon, there is a matter, well, i am not saying goodbye, do i understand correctly, mrs. watson, that the rondo camp is under the patronage of your organization, yes, the organization is called mission 44, and it was my cars that delivered drinking water to the camp , my people died along with the un delegation, i have something to show you. i assume that everyone present is familiar with the uniform of th