My husband was born in Germany. In the evening from his side, hints, hopes, attachments, and I am rubbed, I cannot. He begged me a peaceful night and slept. I woke up at 4 in the morning, forgive me, fucking! Well to drive it out would be stupid, pulled in, in general, everything ended well =) Lie, baldeem, such a dialogue:
“Why are you, a bad little bitch, at 4 in the morning, without a declaration of war!
You are sleeping =)
Kiev was asleep in the 41st.