...from Lviv to Lublin for the historical conference we went in the company of a local deputy, and took us on a papillion foreign mark of a majorist winocha, the son of one of the deals with hipster clothes (strandy jeans, ceds, clothes to the shoulders). As if everything was a bunch, but the foreigner was ancient and scattered, the council member was drunk, and the hipsters gave the mosaic streams and the ability with the help of a hook key, a blow from the leg and selective Western words to deal with Daddy's metal. About how we stumbled right at the customs I will be silent at all.
In general, the Lviv hipsters are so harsh...