XXX: the eye of me.

YYY: Is it so?

XX: Well you remember that I’m sitting in the office with the security service?

YYY : and? Are you afraid of them?

XX: they are every month, constantly late and constantly running to smoke a moscow eput, we go through the passes. These two foreheads are swallowed, one with an aluminum beating, the other with a bag that looks heavy. And shit, with such a dangerous smile: "Oh, Sereza, are you so early?"
I am afraid of their new methods.