From the latter, she gave her hand for a handshake when meeting new partners, so one decided to get out and kissed her. The rest of Chot’s men smiled a little bit, as if he had put me in place."Type, it’s what the grandmother invented, we’ll hold our hands! You are here for beauty, as soon as you get into the partners (ah, through the bed, you canish, as well!) is?
and...
I will tell you, because I imagine the male psychology a little better than the author: they smiled echoingly towards the one who kissed the hand, and thought at the same time about the following "Oh, shit, Vovan gives, straight fuck knight, naker, not to know the boy. Maybe he’s still reading books, shit?and "
Sorry for the mat, but you can’t throw a word out of the song.