Presenting me to the audience, you briefly announced my list of services and listed a few regalies. thank you. There are no additions and additions. There is, if you allow me, a postwriting...
There was one arrested behind us. Gold from the Caucasus. An unpleasant middle-aged man. Those I try not to put anywhere. While the identity was established, translators were obtained, foreign victims fled, the case began to collapse in front of the eyes. Three months later, the question of his release arose. The investigator sounded out of his own powerlessness. The search was on the rails. The commander of the Moor came to me to warn. For an hour and a half, they wore each other’s wings. Eventually he released.
About six months later, at some event, an opera from the 2nd department of Petrovka approaches me and asks:
Remember the murderer who was released in August?
- I remember, - I say, and the mood down the sinusoid, - whom did he stumble?
The opera negatively moves its head: - No, - he says, - on a local shelf demanded from the fellow 50 thousand. dollars that the prosecutor owes for his release.
And what? I ask, and the mood is a stone to the bottom.
The tower was removed and placed on the counter. My grandmother doesn’t take...
I do not count other awards.