Go for a walk tonight. In the store at the same time. We bought cakes, bread, and we went back.
A cat is sitting. Right in the middle of the road. Small as that, dead. The eyes of Lup-Lup The tail drops. And one of them is...destined. What awaits is unclear. There is such a place, there is nothing to wait for. Only with a bumper in the forehead. On the left the fence, on the right the bush. Cars rarely drive, people do not walk.
Shket says, “Let’s give him a sausage?” I – let it go.
They cleaned the sauce, put it on the side. I started to squeeze that sausage into myself.
And here I close my eyes – hop! There are five more bushes. The same ones.
And when I saw them turn into a chain, I immediately thought that we went that way in vain. And when we were silently covered by a half-ring, I think - it wasn't necessary to buy an apartment in this city? And one so immediately - guys, is it not that you have sausages accidentally smell? And the other just without a preface with a pack of utilities. Damn, fuck like the Gypsies. And just unpleasant. The evening is empty. There is no one. Two of us, six of them.
We had six sauces. We gave the sausages, and while they were dealing with them, we quietly walked back to the store. We need to eat something ourselves too.
I go out of the store, I say, maybe we go another way? Sketch is AHA.

They act like that, yes. When you go to the store, there is no one. But when you go back, loaded with white sweeping bags, they land on the road of the most miserable and dead. A familiar tactic, right? This is how Spanish works. A young man approaches his uncle and says, “Uncle, give me fifteen copies.”
“Go on, boy!” The Uncle says.
And then out of the corner out five, and intriguedly interested, "Why did you, uncle, our brother nahuy sent?"
And they move.

We played such a role as a stuntman. Strucco was older, and he was a beginner. The appearance is suitable. He was small, dull, and at his seventeen at fourteen barely pulled. At the same time, it was sharp as a shaver and explosive as nitroglycerin. Many complained about his ignorance.
In addition to the function of seduction, a good knowledge of psychology is required from such a person. He must quickly decide who should approach and who better not. This skill was mastered in perfection. I made a mistake only once. When a man with a simple village face, instead of answering a beggar, smiled widely, stumbled into his pants, and stretched out a coin. This is where the Stroke had to be vigilant, and play off. But everything happened as it happened. At first, this man with a good-hearted face quickly and unforcedly occupied our entire strike group, and when we threw ourselves down, unmistakably dismembered the captain and pursued Strucchko. In spite of all his struggles, he had no chance. He belonged to the category of people who were accustomed to bringing everything started to an end. He was chasing for a sweet soul. It only saved the excellent knowledge of the area. We all then, of course, shouted, but the lesson that this man taught us was good.
Usually such games end with either a zone or an army. He was lucky, he was summoned before he was jailed. He went to Afghanistan. Sometimes during a joint operation pulled out of the shelling of the desant captain with the broken pieces of his legs. Pear on himself, and when they fell into some gap and rested, the wounded suddenly speaks.
So what, shake? Did he hit?
The commander of the desant intelligence group turned out to be the same man with a deceptively good-hearted face.
The rope then also struck. He then received the Red Star, and the captain after the hospital was commissioned.
Now Strutchok along with his boys goes to him in Tyumen, fishing.

So are these too. The Spanish Spanish. During the day, the bombers drove at the refuelling station, at night they go to the construction site, to the Tajiks. Here, here, here and here, here and here, here and here, here and here, here and here, here and here, here and here, here and here. Do you eat CHO? In the evening, they go on a big road. To load the rare careless citizens who come back from the store in the dark.

The next day we found some meat in the freezer, unfried, cut, went there. Sitting on the fence. They see us, they run away. “Hello guys! Cho-how is it? “Do you eat cha?”
They put meat on a bag.
Shit asks :
Why don’t they eat on the package?
And they, of course, immediately melted the meat out of the package, rolled it out in the dirt, sitting on the clutches.
Maybe they are more comfortable.
It is dirty, the microbes.
Nothing terrible though.
Shake looked at me and said with an indignation.
and yes? And I remember when I was a little boy, you didn’t let me squeeze the straw from the floor.
What a bad boy is growing up.