I visited a student’s daughter yesterday. He celebrated his birthday in the apartment.
At midnight, the Caucasian races began in the court.
2 "priors" shrouded nowhere, a full-power leash and a dozen riders.
The comments do not respond, the neighbors called the police: they appeared and quickly withdrew.
I had already prepared the watermelon for the throwing from the ninth floor, but the housewife said that she had called out the plot. I blinked suspiciously.
Five minutes later the station arrived. At first, the keys from one car flew into the bushes. then the keys and the magnetophone panel on the other. The scoundrels went up, but were besieged by a few phrases. Apparently the whole area is from the Caucasus.
A protocol was immediately drawn up on the capote. Then he built the violators. He made a short speech:
Until you learn to dance, do not appear in this area.
You don’t know how to dance, you can see. Good dancers are applauded and people complain about you. Get out of here!