Mazenrad: I remember my mom handed tomato juice in a plastic bottle, he drowned, see, in the heat, half a cup swelled, but not throw it out, you have to try. I try to open the bottle slowly in the bathroom, nothing comes out, the block is sitting dead. The door is ringing, I go open, half a hand in my hand. While I was riding with the bottle, the bottle slipped out, and with a loud cotton, the drum went to the ceiling, and with it all the contents of the bottle with a beautiful red fountain with scratches.
Mazenrad: I finally open the door – there are two Jehovah’s messengers, the booklets and the books are ready.
Alex: I feel an epic disconnection.
Mazenrad: I started speaking first. Or rather spell. "She could have been saved! Why did you come? Why did you break up at my home? What will happen to me now?! What will happen to you? How to live on now?and "
Mazenrad: No more of these jehovists were seen in our house, and the neighbors first called the mints and then thanked.