Wrong, fucking, in the Kursk hoppers. They took the money, bought a bucket. Drunk himself, encouraging the screams - don't change, man, we'll sing again! (This is by picking out a guitar in a cage from a passing chair and forcibly filling it with its own rabbit-on-cognac). But after asking “What can you do?” when I played Metla, they sang “Enter Sandman” in a choir, word-to-word with Hatfield’s intonations, and then asked for Arya, not older than “Hero of Asphalt.” But the last, who gave money for a taxi and filled a seed full pocket, and, sadly, stretched out - It is a pity that you are uneducated, you cannot lose weight with morbidities.