here's the number you call zhurik, and let shibn take everything.in peace i don't know what to say krylov thinks i killed him. well, or at least participated, as a cop of the cop. i understand him, but he just didn't want to understand. saw me decorated. the worst thing is that these bastards really seem to have been on my car. in the evening it was stolen from me. and at first i was even delighted and did not declare. she was in my eyes from europe for the anniversary, he did not give it as a gift, but it was inconvenient to refuse to give it to me. and it’s like this at work for me, the guys don’t like it, the general’s son, and then there’s this car, and by the way, i’m a hereditary officer. my grandfather is a general, my father caught bandits all his life. still catches thinking, father. i could not attach me to a warm place, but i want to know my work from and about cars in the morning they drove her back, but i usually went crazy, if they take a ride, they leave it and that's it, and then they put it right at the entrance. well, then your kry