calm down, are you sveta fedotova?1999 i lived with my mother natasha at tsvetochnaya street, building 5, apartment 45, right? my mother’s name is natasha, well, we moved here from rybatskoye. your father? sugary, he was jumping when i was a year old, you’re a guy. sorry, i don’t remember this period of my life well, well, koltsov, i don’t understand anything, what kind of daughter, why don’t i know anything, then i’ll explain, but no, you explain now, you generally leave me alone or not, i explained everything to you thoroughly, and you promised, i didn’t promise anything, so stop, finish the discussion, listen, koltsov, if you think you can... get away with it, you’re wrong, i ’m glad hear this, upstarts need to be taught, let's go, well, where am i now, home, and these freaks? he sits down if you write a statement, there’s no way without a statement, do you owe them money, they’re squeezing out the apartment, your beloved daddy lost in the zone, and now my mother and i have to pay for him, where’s mom? in the hospit