I once studied in ped and lived in an ancient town. everything was there: love to death, kir 24 hours a day in the kiosk. the neighbors didn't fucking piss them off, at least as it is now. my friend, how young we were, oh how we believed in beer. Now we don’t trust any drivers, neither the Psalter nor the ribbon. I want to write poetry in pairs, those that I won’t say anything about. There's not a soul here, it's all gadgets, shawarma, chicken, baklava.