X x x grils. drink, Anton! For the return of.
Anton picks up after me your glass. We clink glasses. Drink.
I reach for the bread.
- So dembelsky album you do, and you have no pictures no. do not even have pictures of those with whom you homies? – I say, looking questioningly at Anton.
- No, – Anton responds bridou drunk salad. – Photos of boys were in the “cell”, but I erased them. X x x grils.
