the accomplices were convicted, smolyaninov received a role in a big movie. he himself said more than once that priyomakhov saved him from prison. who would have thought that a quarter of a century later the artist would spit on the memory of his great mentor and his homeland. black stench. stretched from the russian borders, his songs, dances, quietly weaving, mounds are imbued with russophy, in each of his interviews smalininov pours mud on his native country and swears allegiance to the kiev regime. if i would go to this war, it would be on the side of ukraine, of course, definitely. i believe that communication with such a person as priyomukhov cannot pass without leaving a trace, that it must have wounded something in the person. and if it turned out like peas against the wall. he is such an empty person and well, of course, i’m afraid to say, as if in reality, but if he had seen him, it seems to me that he would have been hit in pomburg for such words. valery priyomakhov passed away in 2000, his colleagues say so, he would have been alive, perhaps smoly