me, where is vetrov, and why are you asking me this, i'll explain, in zaozersk you couldn't get to vetrovoe your glasses, by the way. excuse me, and you had to put your glasses on because you lost a lens in vetrov's apartment when you killed his wife, i have the lens, let 's talk, where do we start, with the murder of his wife vetrova, why did you kill guriev? your heart is fine, you spent only 3 minutes in the hospital, i needed permission to shoot. or maybe from the very beginning, from the time vetrov stabbed my wife, sobolev was supposed to operate on her, then this vetrov, the genius of golden ska, appears. he simply stabbed her, i don’t know, maybe someone has love in this life and not once or twice or three times, i have one, but after that i have no life, you pohomov won’t understand, you won’t understand, everyone has their own grief. this is an extract from the clinic's logbook, look, in fact , sobolev operated on your wife, vetrov was flying on a plane from switzerland for a symposium of neurosurgeons at that moment, vetrov knew they would forgive him, sobolev never. how is that

bibil called, here 30 km away, lives buryev, held back by vetrovo. take gostrovoy in the car, where bostrovoy in the car, kovym comb the forest, he left, as he left, yes like that, sat down, car, left, he does not report to me. what, good? hey, come on, get off, i 'll shoot the repeater right away, you, me! tie up, walk, i have nowhere to go, i need your help, i ask you to listen to me for irina's sake, i don't even have her name... faster, get out of here, guy, and i'll still find the one who did this, without your help, wait! don't gobble up the water like that, will you go north? i put the compass down for you, you'll reach the cliff, take it east, you'll get off, go through the forest also to the east, you'll come out on the fence, what are you looking at, sit down. who are you? is anyone alive? wake up ! do you know where i was? were you sleeping? no, i was at your father's, did he tell me that it was me then, that all this was because of me? no, you 're not to blame for anything, i made a mistake myself. forgive me! you're cold, forgive me, i l

attention, come here, set, skirt blouse, excuse me, made of excuse me, please, what happened, where is vetrovo the red and black dress is perfect for special occasions. here is my paris, fitted til, cut along the line of italy, decorative trim. the dress is made of synthetic fabric. this concludes our spring summer season show. until next time! oh, slavey, great, hello, what, are you also squinting, and i'm looking for you, where did you disappear to, oh, hi, yur, oh, hi, yur, hi, honey, hi, yur! maybe we should change the repertoire? to what? well, to something simple, understandable, to a blue scarf or to katyusha? everything has already been sung, maybe we should look for something new, or let someone write it, that, what's his name? senel'sky, he used to write for us, now we are a school choir in lyubertsy, then it's alexander vladimirovich's repertoire, okay, i'm not inviting you, krylov, you 're not interested anyway, thank you, what's the problem, the songs are over, well, go ahead and write them, you're in music, he studied for a long time, you're an idiot, teddy bear, i think it's tha