XXX: Even our new logist is a trident. The task, to dispose of 2 20ft containers, the secretary 2 days before his arrival nicknamed the firms, dealt 5k for each. This body goes to the commercial, takes a thousand under the painting, where it disappears, after an hour comes the troll with Ivanovich load the boxes and leave at sunset. The body gives a doping between us and the transportation at a discount of 20k to the commercial. Then, carrying a cheque for 3 liters of beer and a kilo of curvettes (this is why the carpenter took, the fox) on the cry of the headmaster answers:"and what? Do you deserve it?" Deer acknowledges that he deserved, but stumbled to get home.
yyy: you will soon have a new commercial.)