From boredom I argued with the uncle of the most intelligent appearance in the bus, who accused me that the shirt was not filled and in general, we, the visitors, ruined everything to him, the Kievan, here.
What makes you a Kiev? Maybe you know Kiev better than me, or you are an active public figure, or you know history well, maybe you built something in the city? Apart from license?
Unlike you, I love my city with all my heart.
If I use these parameters, I am a real Casanova. I was born of a woman and I love them all very much. But the fact that no one has agreed to date with me for a couple of years shows what a loser I am.
The bus laughed loudly, and the uncle went out on the next one.