pyotr belyk, 25 years old. is on the all-union wanted list for murder. the gang's lair is there. kazakhstan is endless plains that turn into fertile pastures in the spring. it is not without reason that since ancient times the kazakhs have been breeding sheep. and containers of thousands of heads distilled. places in place, hello, since ancient times a yurt served as a nomadic home, the same woman could install the frame, cover it with felt in half an hour and the house is ready. in rich yurts , the floor was always covered with carpets, in such a dwelling. always dry, warm and cozy. rostov detectives came up with a legend, pretended to be artists, were allegedly looking for interesting national patterns on carpets, and wanted to publish a book. we started from the kustanal region, the belyk family was registered here, a mother and her adult children, a daughter and her four brothers. we didn't glow. they did not put the budenovkas on their heads and decided to do the reconnaissance themselves first; the detectives photographed the carpets while they the

pyotr belyk was sentenced to death, his brother vladimir i personally didn’t kill anyone. cooperatedh the investigation, one might say, begged for his life and received 15 years in a colony, in the film the brothers were called rooks, but these are too noble birds, not mountaineers and certainly not eagles, crows that attack unexpectedly and in a flock. however, this whole story is not about them, but about the people who stopped the panda. guy's employees who died in the line of duty were buried not in the cemetery, but next to the highway, so that anyone could honor the memory of their feat. much has changed since then, and drivers, having hit a person the highway, which waves its arms, most often speeds up, however. this is a completely different story. dry again dry tweezers. bradycardia 39, get ready for direct cardiac massage, i see we are working, adrenaline 1 milligram in a stream. there, beyond the boundaries of space, forests, fields, seas, love, constancy, there is my homeland, and there is no peace for my heart. i’ve been striving for it for half a century, now i hear a s