by JJ

I torch in the car service and observe how the master trickster Andrei interrupts his manipulations and gets a cellphone out of his fuzzy pocket. Communication is very bad, even noise, to talk to him is bad, but the interlocutor does not lag behind and, apparently, desires consultation on the acquisition of some kind of domestic open assembly. Andrei spoke to the phone:
Do not take. Remember, everything gathered in the territory of the Russian Federation is sludge. and? The Chlam! What? Fuck you fucking! The Temple!! I pass on the letters: hunja, lie, actai, mudyatina. So far, I am busy!