there’s nowhere to run here, i have nothing to do with it, the dragon will die, bitch, shaoba, you dono choice. like this, come on, come on, don’t delay, you will live, otherwise you won’t live at all. great, it’s a pity, it’s a pity, of course, agna was not loved, she was a german dog, but she saved me. from the inferno pulled me out, she is not a dog for me, she was my friend, she always felt when i was feeling bad, her muzzle poked me. your documents, please, gennady vladimirovich kostrov, engineer, yes, that’s right. evacuation, where we were in the volga region, are bitter, to be more precise, it’s written here, you answer, if they ask, okay, excuse me, show me the whole bag. thank you, all the best, goodbye. it turns out to be an outlandish joke, a funny book, or what? yes, i’m talking about something else, my father was an officer, he fought, received crosses, was awarded, died in the german war, and now i too, between by the way, officer, i walk toe-to-toe in front of the germans, like a panorama rat, huddling, this is in my own homeland, mind you, where my father, in turn, die