well, my friend masha has a friend with veshnikov's grief. i'm lost dog, swindler.he orphanage, i studied in the second grade. she was a high school student at that time. sasha's country was a terrible famine, because the great patriotic war broke out. if you remember remember remember well done in our class then four understood fucking three boys and a girl and i'd die for sure if you couldn't. she san cut her ration in half and gave half to me. so i owe my life to vnick now to resume. if you are straight now you can't get out of here with this big beautiful truck. i know right here, without leaving the cash register they shoot your lousy spoon, and all badaev’s, brother, possessions will help nothing , on the contrary, not even. your sanya took everything , the sign is no more. this is an inevitable fact, as they say, but masha do not touch the bitch. bleek i'm not afraid. hear what i said, you finger, you know where to shove yourself, huh? hey lads open it's me ave ave we can't open. we barricaded ourselves. and what for you, i'm there four brewed to cool down. o