On the other side of the barricade
“So, the headquarters is also poor,” said Maxim slowly. - Also not ready ... - How can they be ready? - objected Zef. - Some dream of destroying the towers, others - to keep the towers ... underground - this is not a political party for you, this is a vinaigrette, a salad with lake fungi ... (...) “Grinkled price to you,” said Maxim, unable to resist. Zef immediately boiled. - Well, you! He barked. - Fighter! Who are you to determine our price?