For the first time in seven years, I saw a prostitute in a hotel.
XX: Which just hunted our foreigners. At first, she threw toward the American, but after the man roughly shaved her off, she just rushed down the stairs for the German.
YYY: Okay well! They are in every hotel. In Kazan, this is not a hotel, but a barbecue.
But they behave modestly.
YYY: Although you can immediately see who she is and why
XXXX: "Spring"... The wheels!
Chapter 8: The Madness
Chapter 4: The Crazy #4
XXV: The villa of the landlord Vyazemsky.
XXXX: Come, be the ugar
YYY: ))))))))))))