Looking into the dry lines of the loan agreement to Ukraine of 15 billion, Vladimir Vladimirovich for a second tiredly covered his eyes... Ah Sanya-Sanya... He swore, he wished that he would push Klitschko, exhaust him, and blow up the last round with a victory! I couldn’t... I deceived... Well, okay, fuck him... But there are bets, the word must be kept... Vladimir Vladimirovich opened his eyes and scattered.