The fucking! What a people! There was a storm in Moscow. Fuck the tree. The good car didn’t get stuck, a huge tree. Lie for a week. No need for anyone. I went by today, I think a couple of pins will work for customers. They sit and wait for the car to be washed. Under the atmosphere of this wash, that is. I took the Uzbek and he drank me two pins. Run 200 meters on twisted paths. I was the first and fucking. The second one was stolen, shit!

In this regard, I want to say: "Metro Semenovskaya. Give the pen back, dog! Drink yourself! The tree is in place, shit! You have to drink!"

Thanks for attention.