once upon a time there was an artist sumarokov, he left all the muff, petrovich ha-ha, these works are worth much attention, but if you are interested, i have serious works, but they are at home. well, not far from here, a stone's throw from the train station, you want a diamond there. oh thank you, alive, handsome. please give me a pen, vasily petrovich. you are there. well, great. and we will also need evgrafov , let's wrap up there, get ready, i'll be waiting for you at the exit. we have a corpse, i say. well, i hear, hey, my portrait was crying. well, anton, here is a passport, a ticket, some documents, and what, well, what, you yourself don’t see several on the living wounds of the swindler vasily petrovich, born in 1964, the village of olkhovka, kostroma region. yes, it means that a person arrived in moscow at 9:00 in the morning, took a walk, returned a little around the city, although no. yes, he withdrew a tidy sum of money from the bank, such a number of banknotes cannot be carried away without a hand. and you remember this man from the fourth compartment well, how he behaved