the trader of the small soshka, an auto parts store on the market, keeps money and pays us regularly. is a store, what else is it missing? there is not enough money, so he lathered himself with accomplices of intosators to pinch. well, they're completely screwed up. hear nothing fear the illegals, nor cops no less. why and suddenly they succeed? i don't eat. and please share. what am i saying, we will visit later and ask to share, right? of course, to the last penny to the fullest for arrogance and lawlessness. i understood no. give it here, i'll figure it out myself. you know better that you can try their relatives better than the relatives of friends you know. i don't know, siblings wives mistresses, so all these places they can hide, come on. oh, first things first. well, they carry out the first cash collection, as a rule, before lunch. we knew this without you. we are still here came to follow, or what? shut up go. if you hadn’t screwed up then, you were now basking in the sun somewhere, you might have been basking, and i was rotting in the ground with a shot through the head of