> Perfectly on the machine I pretend the distance and probability of a sharp set
> the speed of the ashes with a trajectory intersecting with mine. Options may be
> many: fucking under spays, heart attack (any other)
The problem is, and I am not a cat and I have only one life. Another stupid habit.
> remained - constantly monitoring the roof on the subject of snipers and the road under the feet of the
> the subject of stretching mining.

Despite some echo of war, thank you for your healthy assessment of the situation, dear pedestrian who does not consider himself an immortal cat. Without any irony. thank you.