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I tell you. One day I went to a festival and was among the prize-winners. I come back – the boss invites me and asks – do you sing songs? I say yes, I sing. That’s what the boss says. You either stop it, or write on your own. No shame at the office.
It turned out that I was mentioned in a post in the JJ of a completely unfamiliar girl. Remember, it has been enough.

Your boss is a real fool and fascist. Get rid of him until he has invented anything else. You will not shut down the song. Even a high salary, right?