Before the start of Euro 2012, we organized a totalizator at our office. Before each match, we make predictions and give off a certain amount. Because of the totalizator, we were all overwhelmed, but we only got to the morder on Monday. Arriving in the darkest state of mind after the disgraceful loss of our chief "commandor" in the morning approached the door, at which he was surprised to find that the victorious in the talent of intuition is still there:

and so. And what fox, when the whole country eats the validol in packs and tears the hair on its head and ass, sweat the sweat-growing stitches at this moment?

Rushing into the computer seat, Sereza shrugged:

I am not a bitch, I am a bitch.