Yesterday at the country, the aunt asked for the first time in his life to kill the chicken...well, I gathered such with the strength, I think - I am a man of yupta! shorter with sorrow half cut) the truth is all in the blood, but so even cooler))))
And today I dreamed of a dream, the chicken looks at me with sadly overwhelmed eyes and says...Wow, well, you fuck me like that? And I look at her and don’t understand what makes me more embarrassed, that I’m not a Vova or that I’m not a Nahuya? ?