Hello, Larisa, from Panama - we have +30
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Sandy shore, palm trees - this can only be a dream
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I'm alive and well - we are drinking vodka now with the boys
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By the way! |
Call my mom and dad tomorrow
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I'll tell you that we did the right thing,
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But you have to lie down at the bottom and we dumped from Leningrad
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Two months have passed, but if I had contacted earlier
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Then the FSB could easily contact us through you
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I don't go further than the pool and minibar here
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Larisa, you yourself understand that we are not a couple
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I wanted to play bandit's wife - knives, pistols
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Have you ever thought that maybe there is no love?
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I am happy with her, she will give birth to children from me
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I will ask you not to write to me anymore - Larisa, be smarter
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You are the most beautiful, I am not worthy of your love
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Sorry, goodbye ... forever your Sergey.
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And where is my world at your feet
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I died, mother, where is your god
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Well hello mom! |
Here the air is colder than a snowdrift
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It seems impossible to get used to the eternal chill
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How is the father? |
Oksana and Lena at home?
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I only have wounds and hematomas from the news
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They prepared an action with ours - there was an order for a banker
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Everything went according to plan and we snuck into the apartment at night
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Ambushed, put three outside
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He entered alone, so pleased all ... and unarmed
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The doorbell rang - we sharply took out knives
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I receive a text message that Rashid was taken
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A month later I was already here, the rest are somewhere in the south
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In a sinking ship - the captain is obliged to shoot in the cabin
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If Larisa calls, don't let her panic there!
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Let him think that I'm at a resort! |
Mammy, that's it!
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And I can't sleep because of the endless barking of dogs
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I love you, mom... tomorrow they will shoot me
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And where is my world at your feet
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I died, mother, where is your god |