Квартал - Бойцы
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In the late evening I walk around the district, I have nothing to go up to my house, the boys are sitting obviously waiting for someone, whether something flickered in my head. Not familiar clothes are strange, I took a fake butterfly out of my pocket, there are another 5 minutes to call the boys, Hello, Brother, come up here. Nightingale: Who are the brother? - Yes, I don't know how many people? - I won’t count much of all, in short, I’m going to go myself while it’s dangerous yet, on the way I will call all the fighters and there will be a maz. Maza is not doubtful for the fighter of a warm -up of the spirit, the battle is not applicable that they are sitting for whores, for an unequal battle, in principle, I myself am the city, but I will hide it for anyone for my sip. Nightingale and Maleok: healthy, hello, what happened there? Yes, the entrances of this several morons, what do they want? - Yes, I don’t know, okay, we will give these bitches to crucify these bitches. Malek: The surface of the road, the path will indicate the path in black, the ten will definitely lie under my reinforcement, and let them not be aching later, our area is not criminal, I’m calling it, the subscriber is unavailable. ... Hugs ... ride: Well, fuck it, how much will I wait, go and get in to this fornication, the guys pulled up, I hear the noise of the motor, adrenaline in the blood boils not to avoid fucking shame. You told me healthy, who are you a son? Let me give you a smoke now in the companies, you turned to the bastard today, you are mocking a whore of vodka, if you got drunk. Nightingale: Four cars under the eyeballs with boys, chains, reinforcement, battles, battle, battle, not around the mountains, garbage, if only everything was not focused, the brawl at the entrance click the brother to the tag. The screech of the brakes I am ready to be at least an executioner, and a head of the enemy, I will play like a ball, the enemy is drunk about anything, the bitch drunk, flooded their zenki, wow ... Donse are stubborn. Babai: The massacre began suddenly and without conversation, the pack of these Bessov climbs out of fear on the fences, we are ready to turn the mountains in common, for each other we were a city and an hour has come for an hour. A blow to the eye, cross, in the nose is a fucking in diarrhea, a punch on the body and again cross, what a question is how the enemy is puppy, we are piercing, the mobile calls, but I am not available today. ... Hugs ... Propy: I take the right hand in the jaw on the side, in the stove the left bee to defeat the sigh, I knock down the control from the head, I have achieved what did you think? - I play the game with you. The screech of the brakes rang out behind the back, the brother of the asphalt will be poured with alley, jumping to the meeting I cut down with a cross -shit, I knock out the knuckles where I achieve the bitch. Nightingale: I know that I am right in this battle, oak bat, I will demolish your makitra, they shout from the balcony: save, help, call the ambulance and the cops more likely. Run the Blue Batons go, and they do not do not doze off two nine nine, throw the iron on the cars on the cars, sank the tires look at the enemy of the car. Babai: In the bunch, everyone phoned everything is fine, are there any wounded? - No, everything is fine, original and beautifully true? They scored a bunch of informals so they need. Then they had been struck who were, they waited for someone or just drank beer, we scored those who just rested, not a dick in a foreign area to make you jackals.