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A man in a black kimono rolled out into the corridor at the tail of a few leadership, which was quickly smashed by electric cars, silently sliding over a carpet as endless as the Black Sea. A blond-haired young man who looked like a hare and a girl with an attractive, forgettable face of a TV presenter approached the man left alone, who was not supposed to have an electric car, with a guilty look.

- Idlers! - Shouted at them "kolobok" in a kimono, grabbing the young man by the blond tuft. “Were you chilling again, monkeys?!

The young man obsequiously giggled and, having received a slap on the back of the head, he imprinted on the girl.

- Tomorrow at ten be in the hall with a bucket of manure.

- With a bucket of what? The young man was surprised.

- Dung, cudgel! We go to the people, so to speak. Julia, and you pick up something proletarian for me. Gucci is there...

- Why manure? - The guy did not let up.

- You'll find out tomorrow.

"So where can I get it?"

The gingerbread man in the ki
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