Male skype chat. Small, round-shouldered, dirty jeans and a rumpled jacket Kurguzov on his naked body. Tens of meters echoed disgusting stench of years of fume.
Piggy little eyes circling the room, he muttered something utero:
- In ur nature …
Then he went to the chair and stupefied, grasping for that hibon, threw the chair.
Penguin in a superstitious horror looking at the insolent.
- What do you allow yourself? This is not a dump!
- Shut the fuck up, executions green! Male skype chat.
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