I remembered history from my studenthood. There was a fourth-year worker in the community, who smashed all the first-year students and collected money from them. I remember doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. And we, as pearls, at first often conflicted with him on this ground. On the third or fourth day from his side, we and a neighbor sent him to Yuh with direct text, after which a clash began right in the common kitchen. I, like a cannon-meat real hero, bound him with a struggle that quickly turned into a parter. You are naive, right? with a parrot in the parrot.

I don't know what a miracle, but I avoided the pain on my arm twice and saved my neck twice))

Plus, it was helpful that a friend was walking around us and hanging him a straw, not allowing me to break on the kitchen floor. And here, I turned successfully, closed the guard, and I try to press his hands to his body with my hands. In a slight panic, Comrade:

Volodya is crazy! Go fuck him!

He answered:

Good luck, keep it up!

It surrounds us around a circle and strikes a crushing blow with the leg straight... to me in the haru.

The stars burned in the turtle and the bell broke. I try to turn my face.

My root runs around our bodies again, tries to choose a favorable position, pulls my leg away... Again, it hits me in the board.

I shouted something like, “Fuck, better go away! “Then I got suffocated and left with relief.

That’s what I call the “your-foreign” system is working badly))