Zoya: Shake up, got out of the shower, and the Bearded thing suddenly stumbled around the apartment. In the closet his secret looked, sprinkled there, thought, approached cautiously, nodded in the cheek, naturally smelled and spoke affectionately:
and oh! Yes, it is my wife, my beloved breast, washed her white breasts and smashed it with watermelon cream. And I thought Braga had passed...