And now...? Taxis, private people, laundry nobody sheds out.. there is no romance))

There is. At 2 o’clock in the night, some fool came into the courtyard, the music erets. One egg passed by, the other flew right into the open window in his mouth. While I was dressing up and descending to finish the confrontation with a mortuary, this Rameo left.

Now for such in the freezer in the package of milk freezes a piece of ice. Wells and Melomans.