Countess: People in the morning on drugs choked some. Everyone climbs, cuts, not even looking at the sides.
Anton: Ohum, too, with mat and nerve remnants got to work.
Countess: Sometimes I want to get out of the car and gently so mount to hit the mirrors, reversals and lights!! to
And then knock this same mounting in the driver’s glass, and if it doesn’t open, then it will break it, and say polently, “Well, no insults, but you don’t need them anyway, since you don’t use them.”
Anton: A great idea! After all, we are all polite people.)