give me a ride, give me a ride, vyacheslav yurievich. and i'm nervous. i do not for a long time. spanish cockroach, like cucaracha, there was a song like this, i am cucaracha, i am cucaracha, and i i was thinking, maybe i could put an ad in the newspaper about a palm tree, that’s an idea, kolyan, yacheslav, yes, yuri, a journalist, where’s the dog? "you need to indicate the owner's name and surname in the ad so that friends or relatives can contact him, great, great, go away, go away, and they won't take her away again, the last page of the newspaper, a small note, no one will notice, yes, yes, on a leash runway, are you out of your mind, lyubov arkadyevna, what did i tell you to do with this dog?” "okay, lazarev, you've finished your game, you've finished your game, about international you can forget about flying, you can forget about flying in general, now put your flight certificate on my table, go, let’s play with the dogs, listen, i’m done, slava, that’s it, zhurina, yes, comrade lyuskogo, are you filming or not? ivan romanovich, ma