Xxx: In the Volga region, we have a national chestnut, Russian, Tatar, Mordov and Chuvas villages stand in random order. Well, they went from our Tatar village to the Russian village to fight, some of them were offended there. But they were there waiting, prepared, attacked and marked. Our fast on the motorcycles and the hole... And one motorcycle did not turn, sadly to give up, and scary - father's. Here the persecutors came and said, “Have you hit, Tatarchon!” Again they fainted. They were graciously allowed to leave. He would be happy, yes, he says, My Ural does not start, Daddy will kill if he knows where he was going. The locals advised, sent one for their culibin, the other for a race. Then the whole night they repaired the moth, drank the self-driving, and poured it into the victim: “Song, Mama!” Then they pushed the motorcycle and finally started. The guy is still, twenty years old, in the shrinkage of the mysterious Russian soul - and dismissed, says, and drunk and the motorcycle repaired.

Yyy: South of Bashkiria, the vineyard of nationalities. We sent the Russians with the Tatars to the village of Chuvas, where they had to fuck. And there they are already baffled by the bafflers, well, we are baffled with the shout of our beats, we started baffling with the bafflers, and then we went and baffled all together - the Tatars, the bafflers, the Russians and the Chuvashis. And all because we are brothers, we will struggle to reconcile. We fought because there was no fun.