Eh, Lyokha, Lyokha

And this abyss swallowed her up. Lesha Navalny finally merged in ecstasy with the system, joining the board of directors of Aeroflot, shyly hiding behind himself, saying that it wasn’t me, it was the oligarch Lebedev who honored me, but I didn’t want to, and in general I’m not like that, I’m waiting for the tram.

Meanwhile, Aeroflot is a very suitable object for Leshkin’s investigations and incriminations, a tasty ass for his ferocious bull terrier named “Rospil”. Somehow there is no doubt that the schemes for stealing Aeroflot money, developed at one time by the vaudeville demon Berezovsky, are still working to this day, the monopoly quirks of Aeroflot managers, starting from the cost of tickets and ending with utter scams, are brutalizing the good part of the country, and they are already evil brought to hysterics.

But this is no longer important, it is important to remain an irreconcilable fighter, covered in blood and at the same time in white, well, like Copperfield.