Christo: my sister, when she was pregnant, was constantly drinking valerian, and in her bags she bought tea, cooked and drank.
Christo: Then she gave birth, and a lot of valerian left, she put it in a bag and put it in the warehouse.
Christo: I then think, what if I have a cat in my warehouse as he goes to work?
Christo: Someday he’s back in the raid, I’m following him.
Christo: he excavated this package, scattered it all (!) He rolled in the grass like a drug baron.
Christo: I get it from there - balls crazy, grass on the rose, himself all in the grass, hanging like a clot on his arms
Christo: well shorter covered the point immediately
Christo: he broke up a few more days and somehow disappeared