The boy got out of the bus, looked around, saw the urn, and threw a ticket into it. Ticket is fake. The guy picked up four times, kicked, swallowed. He pulled the gum out of his mouth, weighed the ticket and still threw it into the urn.
A few minutes later, I saw another guy take out a bag of baked meat from Bush and give it to a bomja standing nearby. He was very grateful and grateful to him. Then he grabbed and got a coin of 10 rubles: Please, give it to the bartenders.

This is Peter, little boy.

Bright thoughts and a bright morning. Be happy, or whatever you want.