we will find who is our vadim. fell, this is a cassette, yegor matvechu, you missed the turn, on the road through the crossing, i know, yegor matveevich, you are putting my shoulder straps on the line, you will stay in the car, and your conscience is clear, your shoulder straps are intact. oh, juicy ones , if only he had time to devour them before the finger and its sprat got stuck, hear, and that the bone is spreading in front of him, he would send him to hell, what are you, bad, the bone wants to be crowned, but the finger is pointed at him from the old people, look , like, is he worthy, how does he live? concepts, no, it’s like giving to the common fund, isn’t it ratting, understand? oh, oops, stop, they say, i see, i’ve reached you, my hello, just touch mine again, i’ll come and kill you, that’s how lawless it is, yes, you’re a lawless man. if you touch your son, you will work all your life like a buzhenka, only on the kolyma, i warned you, there is pain. which time does not heal, forty -two, our ambulance train, bomber raid, bombing, explosions, fire, and you are terrible, so man