Chapter 17: Fishing is a good thing.
Miha1417: Vovchik swallowed to blue and stretched the spian for the first time in his life on the spinning shuka almost 3 kge.
Miha 1417: While I pulled the glow out of her throat, there was almost no skin on his fingers. Complete bloody swarms. The teeth of this creature, like needles, hule.
Chapter 17: The Circus Begins. He looked at his bloody hand, grabbed the hammer, for five minutes, with wild anger, fucked the innocent fish on his skull, and then waved out and shouted, “Hey, sheep!” and swept a squid of thirty meters from the shore.
Miha 1417: And then he looked long and dumb at the circles diverging on the water. And on his face was written a fierce and meaningless hatred for squats... I think he will not go fishing with us anymore.
STAS: Stas will not go. He understands that the next time the squats will call the somebody and hang him the ruthless fish puzzles.