How Mikha tricked us

*Hello, All!* A certain saber hero - the owner of a dacha in Ufa-Shigiry, recently died next: he calls me (before the New Year) and says, come with me to the village, let's go fishing. I say, “I’m in favor with all my limbs,” and he’s like, call after the holidays. Okay, we celebrated as expected, I’m calling him. So what do you think? This one the bug suddenly starts singing to me about chicken Ryab: they say he’s getting lazy, He doesn’t want to go anywhere, etc. He doesn’t know whether he’ll go to the village or not. And the next day he suddenly disappeared. As it turned out, I went to Ufa-Shigiri. :) And all those yawns of his on the phone were nothing short of professional a rehearsed farce. Home-grown Stirlitz. I think, damn, it's a star. I wanted privacy... And why the hell poisoned my soul? Then he comes and let’s continue to poison my soul, like he was there on the river Yeltsov gained a bunch of them by one and a half kilos, as if he ran into a flock of perch and a dozen pulled out quarters (250 g each). I think, that’s for sure - it’s fraught with praise in bright colors of a person in public - you will spoil them (see messages about our trips to Shigiri six months ago). /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../ pese: It’s okay, somehow we’ll get him out of the woods with Ivan, and then we’ll fuck him there a pocket full of minnows for everything good. >;E~ ~ ~ ~ ~