In 1991, I was introduced by a carrier to a base where TVs were stolen. Opera said: You have such a rough, never mint is like. Vanya of the Collegiate "A Hundred Years Without Harvest"
Next to the base was a winemaker, a brewery. We were all brothers and we were full. I wore for two weeks.
He lived with his mother then. She got terrified and said she would go to the chief, because the child (i.e. I) works in the police and drinks every day. I said it was a conspiracy, but my mom didn’t believe it.
I told the opera that the operation was in danger of failure. My mother wanted to go to the general. My implementation is over.