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He and she. Baikal bottom scene
“The whole press will become ground: he fiddled with pike for two hours ...” “What else to write, Volodya?”
He: We have problems.
She: TS! No sound. I am bored of listening to what you have. I said ...
He: Listen, pike! I ask you for the last time.
She: I will not listen to these nonsense. Go with people talk, but here you don’t even believe in the last time the last pescaries. I gave everything: “unity” and the oil facilities for slaughter ... You have ordered this so that everything is at the bottom, like you and I. You let me go once, I helped, you followed - but for yours, Volodya, thirst is not needed, but a crocodile. All this lie, all these thefts, all these close friends ...
He (passionately): Well, that's it! I swear that you can’t even according to the Constitution!
She: About the Constitution, Vovanych, rub again the sandcar, but I can’t laugh for the night - I have become, I have become, I say ...
He: Understand you, old Khabalka, I'm not fighting for the benefit! Let me feel sorry for me, but Rus' will die without me. Who will keep them from the collapse from St. Petersburg to the smoking?!
She: You said there are a lot of them. It’s necessary to be less, said ... Of course, a difficult job - to steer all this, not loving; But somehow there is someone. Have you been to you? Here, too, to me, what a miracle - to steer obedient people ...
He: Take off at least sanctions, Paskuda! Can you hear? Remove the sanctions!
She: You yourself asked to put Trump - now make a sip, eccentric. You waited along the Forest Hagp, but Donald Duck turned out to be. And then scandals, twitter, women, an excess of dirty dough ... I would not go into the elections-then I would have been something else ... Now, alas, that the ass, that you are edged-you are all smeared with the sorcerers.
He: But I did not climb!
She (with a sigh): They do not believe. And I don't believe, I'm sorry. Now problems are on the way. You never believed me, but meanwhile you lived, Volodya, in a beautiful, fabulous country! Her way is beautiful and ancient, and the disposition is miraculous and shed. A lot of frogs and princesses, mushrooms, princes, wolves - and you are all harder, all skinny, more and more so, you have chosen the role of the immortal Koshchei from all the roles! There were not easy hens, they carried eggs for many years-everything is difficult, golden ... Do you remember about scallops, no? There was a turnips-Ukraine, you wanted her to Moscow, and pulled it-rras! And everything got one tops one. This method does not roll. The forecast, in fact, is nothing.
He: I am with you for two hours, like this! Peskov is already worried!
She: Well, now ...
He: Do not nuka! The whole press will become grinding: “He fiddled with pike for two hours” ...
She: What else to write, Volodya? Neither fresh topics, nor fresh faces, everything plunges into darkness ... Even bulls have already been exhausted - to write, they say, there is nothing to do with him.
The last year will be in vain under the canopy of fiery hard; The Oda cannot sing to Donbass - shameful, ashamed, he says ... One was left - pike. Everything else is a lie and a habits ...
He (menacingly): You got sick of something, bitch.
She (Favier): And what did you expect, the lake king?! Others could blurt out all this fiery charge ... But if everyone is silent like fish, then the fish are said!
He (turning to the guard floating around): Hey, you! Do not listen, do not believe! All this is the bottom, all this is dirt ...
She (contemptuously): Learn Malkov!
He: Get ready for death!
(Shoots)
She: Uf, thank God, she waited.
(Surfaces up your belly)