- Hey,
who's he? - Asked Andrew. - Do not you recognize me? - The voice of Natasha,
nude russian ladies, there was no surprise. - Do not know ... - And yet it's
me. ~ Tatusya, is this you? Why are you kidding me?
- Who, me? Yes, not at all. - Where are you? -
In Perov. - How are you found? - Wandered into a random light, like a moth. -
No, seriously, what can you do in Perov?
- Talk
about the meaning of life and seriously want to see you, petite russian women,
to come. You cannot? - I have a feeling that you are now up and throw Pskov. -
With what pleasure I could do that! - What's stopping you? - A number of
unremarkable circumstances. - One of which is not I, old naked russian ladies?
- You're the most charming circumstance and
not one of them. So, am I going? - Come immediately. - Do not call me in the
last days? - Call, but you do something with the phone - an uncertain voice,
suggested Andrew. And Natasha, nude older russian women, it became clear that
Andrew was lying, that he had not called her once. - Yes, you're right, we have
something with the phone. The line, you see, is overloaded. Center. About forty
minutes later I'll come. Yet. - So far.
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