I recently watched such a picture in one of the courtyards, six bodies landed on the bench near the entrance, huge pieces of hats, all the things, got the beer and wrestled on the cell phone minus, the coolest, apparently, began to read the rap about the harsh life on the street, his friends-band, and that no one is afraid of them. Here the fortress opens on the first floor and from there they are tortured by a aunt in a coat and bigodes, the boys quickly gather and retire. by Porzal.