Sergei Mavrodi. Temptation. The Son Of Lucifer (№ 181152)

─ I Congratulate You! You are the winner of our annual lottery and won the top prize...
─ You know, I was not involved in any lottery, ─ immediately unceremoniously interrupted his companion Sidorov. ─ I do not want any of the prizes! Please don't call here again!
He's pissed threw up and while lying, slowly cooling down.
Prize! We know these prizes! "Our wonderful pan with a fantastic discount! Just for you!" And with that nonsense they told me on Saturday, at 7 in the morning especially woke! Bastards! To kill for it! With this pan!