“Ze: Alya, who is that? Is that you, Josiah?

SI: How am I, Yosya, you poor bastard?! I'm Si!

ZE: What?! Oh my God, Andrew, Andrew, he blew the pipe! Oh, my God! What will we do?!

SI (fervently): I'll tell you what to do, you're a lousy jackal. I look forward to the death of Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, my best friend, brother and, I am not afraid of the word, avtza.

SE: E... Excuse me, understanding you, did you say, “car”?

SI: Nat! I said “atza”. Give up slowly, Shaytan, don.

SE: Excuse me, it didn't show me what you said...

SI (with irritation): You, what are you, drunk, drug addict?

SEE (ventilated with syringe): Yes, how about now... Minute... Oooooo!

SI (educationally): But Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin does not dare. Therefore, he has a lot of energy and health, we all have a table of health, as he has! Neither the dower, nor the bunker, none of him has anything but health. Come on, that's my peace plan.

SE: Yes, I would be glad, but very few more people died. People's executions are not enough for me, the laurels of the Russian church are still not enough...

SI (strictly): Orthodox China raises its own resolute protest in this regard.

SEE (with gorechi): To the contrary, Ukraine, which we love so much, showed itself in the paws of some, blins, fools. Which perform some strange things, blins, compositions, blins, 19 centuries. It cannot end with anything good, it will end with hell, Joshua.

SI: I'm not Yosya!

PU (wedged into the dimple): Nothing, nothing, Josiah, and so on this the light has healed. And I love Valeria, I think so, we will give the second Prigozhin a friend, heh-heh, he's rubbery ass, as they say...

SEE (glupo): She is on the wrong foot. Oh... (He rubs the phone wildly, but Biden will not give it to him).

SI (falls on the knees): Vladimir Vladimirovich, joy is great! I, as your brave soldier...

PU (laskovo): Freely, my best friend. Forgive me, dear brother, for interfering in your conversation, which, apparently, broke down the line, once again blame the news, dear Si.

SEE (after pausing, fast): And Putin has already died?

SI: What's scary, damn it, don?

SE: Well, you guys said...

SI: Are you still there and you smell what?

SEE (shursha with cocaine): What to do!.. Minute... Oooooo!

SI (after pauses): So how to draw up a peace plan?

SEE (non fall): How can a country live and develop, where the unique ideology is the infestation of dragonflies and the holding of power by one group of people, right? But do not touch me, and the people will hate me, I am Satan, I am a fool, a wasteland, I am a fool.

SI (with a friendly look): Prolongay.

SEE (lengthens): If you talk, so do it. But I still can't talk. Since the armies did not have the power to provide it, everyone was provoked... Come on, blah, on one side there will be cadres, gadgets, there will be guards, there will be a Makhnovshchyna. Budot is waved with daggers, sledgehammers...

SI (figuratively): Ahmat is power.

PU (the drink is wedged into the opening): Accuse me, Lord Si, but what have you said this time to?

SI: Ah, mat, what a power Putin has... What, Vladimir Vladimirovich, did you ask, dear brother?

PU: Nichego (disables).

SEE (bitterly): Played creatively. Creatively played, blah, “Quarter 95”, Yosya!

PU: Well, that's all, Yosya, you're a cunt.

SEE (annoyingly): And now, you know, you're going to get sick.

SI (normally): Ah, wow, Dmitry Anatolyevich, don, you read what wise people wrote to you on the scrapbook, right? What do you have to choose, mysterious alkonaut, don!

SEE (in the voice of drunk Medvedev): Your hands are bad guys, the black-throated dog! The fourth angel has risen! Oh God, Vladimir Vladimić, he, they say, hit me with a knife!

PU (hastily shouting at everyone): And I have warned you, O Lord, dear friend Brother Si, that all things are hopeless. The problem lies not in the lack of good plans, but in the fact that the Kiev regime demonstrates hostility to any health initiatives.

SI (vindictively): So for this I will send my special representative to Ukraine, who is called Huey in red. He was my ambassador to Russia.

PU (with a combination): How double-minded it is to look, dear friend Si.

SI (fun): Hui - power!.. All right, I'll go, whatever, I'll eat it.

PU (hastily): Anyway, turn off the tape recorder!

SI: Minutochku... Oooooo!

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