Here you say Chelyabinsk... harsh guys.
A couple of months ago on the way to work, I drove a cat away from the dogs. It was like an ordinary cat. He drove him to work, where he was housed by a local cat. However, after some time, this lame obaltus, nurtured by a friendly team of the entire metalworking enterprise, began to show an unhealthy interest in biting the stalk that hit the door. Everything would be nothing, if little that fucking cats try tooth...
I just went out smoking... I barely ate a cigarette. This adult monster with a satisfied sight sat and tried to bite the rails. The real rail.
So that's why I'm - let 3-4 months be trained, and then you can call the master's match with the most powerful shredder. Let’s see who is who.)