I am not playing. When I always go on the road
under the mood.
There is a mother and a boy 8-9 years old with a shoulder bag. They go somewhere.
I stop, I ask, on the way, we went.
My mom gave me money and I said:
Better buy an ice cream!
She is:
He can buy it himself! This is untouchable! It will not disappear anywhere!
I shake my shoulders and go on.
I am standing here, standing here! He did not break anything that was offensive.
Suitable spire, experienced fat and happy with life.
- Tra-ta, your documents and on the car.
This is the menta:
– I give you 24 hryvnia, and you let us go!
Minutes per second:
Okay, it is going. Ride to!
He cries goodbye, I touch, both of them.
This will definitely not disappear anywhere!!! to