I am 12 years old and my parents just bought me a computer for school. The first application for training was the Kingpin game, in an unforgettable location of Fargus, called Bratan. All mates are translated by professional programmers into great and powerful.
I press the game, so here’s Batya. At this moment, the applause on the screen shockingly cut the pipe pronounces: "Huli you need? Fuck it out!" or something like that. Batya shrugged, scratched his neck and left.
The next game was FIFA 2001. I couldn’t tolerate football, but I needed to calm down.