today in kazan, almost nothing reminds of the khadi taktash gang, the plant has been demolished. the street is no longer associated with anything but name of the famous tatar poet, however , the story of the bloody rajah and his associates will be retold to each other for a long time by the inhabitants of kazan, because no one wants a repetition of this nightmare. tears didn't have time to dry in her eyes. he returned began to make plans for the life of being. it seems to have put an end to the daughter again hot spot with my guards, they will be safe, people need a little bit. from such a blow, you could hardly lose as much knowledge as i want, you will only work for food. if you call again, oksana say that i i'm looking for her, where is my son-in-law. i have here huge places put away weapons. come here, some insatiable person. i don't want to go to any club. what to do there, but no, don’t go in your mood, but i don’t change my decisions. you want me to let you go, you can't wait. you are now my god, you are my, what private owners we are, moreover, if you want to go with me,