I sit on the couch so tired, sad. He is dancing again. Here he stands up, approaches, embraces "Kiss, what happened? Well still well. Well. I am with you. ..."
xxx: I raised my head on him at the last words, and he turned away, pulled out his neck, talked to me, and himself in the monitor looks! and!!!! to
YYY: Maybe it wasn’t you, but the combat car?
and xxx ((