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Igorek slammed his fist on the table, one cup fell to the floor, others jingled fearfully.

I'm tired of listening to you! Do what they say and you'll be fine. Come on, take it and call! Tanya, give me the barrel

Deciding not to interfere with his cool games, I handed him the gun, which I had put in the kitchen cabinet yesterday, to the knives and forks. All weapons should be in one place - I like order.

Igorek began to just fuss: he walked around the kitchen, looked into the cabinets unnecessarily, whistled another fashionable pop nonsense and for some reason rustled with a "lightning" in his fly, accompanied, probably.

Having finished speaking with her mother, Natasha declared defiantly:

- I understand! You think the money is in the safe!



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