To the quote.

I live in the village.
When the vodka is brought to the selfie, Mitrić huts on a piece of rail.
When the gatherings of the payoffers are called, Mitrić is cheering on a piece of rail.
To work, I wake up under the National Anthem of Russia from a radio station in the bay.
I fucked your cell phone in my mouth.

To write this, you need to have a computer with an operating device, a browser and the Internet. Although, I think that when something interesting is laid out in the village grid, Mitrić again hits a piece of rail.