I bought myself "eight", on the road from MREO I get in my ass. have done. The first trip, history repeats itself. A friend sent me to a babysitter. Something on the tarabarsk swam and gave salt in a mixture with flour, wrapped in a cloth. She said that I was stitched, and the salt to carry with me for a month. Three days later, I was stopped in my yard by the UVO squadron, they began to search, I began to get upset, but when I was found a towel, the words: "This is salt... and... and flour!!!!"I was broken my arms and sat in the car. It is said in the expert department of the GNC so long ago did not rust.