Sun, it’s you... call me the next time you’re sending a guy to work. I have employees... a criminal element in pure form...
Or the son rides to his dad's car salon, parking not at the entrance but from the end, where the deaf and the people are not. The whole rapper comes out in a white cushioned suit and what he is trying to present to the three hopars (my sales managers at the smoking store). In a moment, he gets on the couch, loses the keys.
As a result, a set of docks for the resale of the car is already ready (a lawyer three times convicted for fraud) barely had time to stop the marketer... he already sent the layouts of leaflets about the special action to the press...
Maxim is okay, his nose is no longer bleeding... he has been hanging out... In the summer for practice, I will take him to myself, let life learn...