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A lighter clicked, a fire licked a cigarette, a sigh and smoke filled my lungs. There is a tough day behind us, a few statements and by the end of the day we leave our remarkable bukhars, who are in a small southern town a dime a dozen.
A quiet rustle near the bushes - a girl, several drives for petty theft and rowdy a couple of times, nothing serious.
“Why aren't you going home, it's too late, have you been released?”
A look from under eyebrows, a look of a hunted little animal, which in impotence can only ...
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A quiet rustle near the bushes - a girl, several drives for petty theft and rowdy a couple of times, nothing serious.
“Why aren't you going home, it's too late, have you been released?”
A look from under eyebrows, a look of a hunted little animal, which in impotence can only ...
Read more →