Sergei Mavrodi. Temptation. The Son Of Lucifer (№ 181169)

- Hey! aloud he said. Well, here you are a billionaire. The box always lights, in the Kremlin, hanging out, ***is mine. The oligarch fucking in nature. Well, what's it like to be a billionaire? To have that kind of dough? Everything is available to you!.. "See you around". Chicks... cool cars... Any out there, supermodel - only a finger beckoned?
- Yes... - thoughtfully and sad somehow smiled Zaichenko. Only to beckon now is not desirable. On *** needs it now! Timing, in General. As usual.
- Well, so what's the point? For what it fell?..
- In terms of?
- Well, in the sense of supermodels?
- My God! What is it with you these supermodels! - angrily exclaimed Zaichenko. - Yes all of them!.. "Money give!" Here's the supermodel. Normally, only a little more expensive.
- Well, right! - even more surprised Horbulyk. - Of course! What do you want? The beauty of it is that if capture? Powerful intellect? Of course, "money"! Well, what? What? Well, give if asked! You what, sorry? The girl to help? You will give it to you. Here is the deal you have to twist and go! All type-top. Everyone is happy!..
- Billions - it is bad, - he heard between the voice Zaychenko.- Millions - OK, OK, but billions is a bad thing. Everything is available, and therefore do not want to. Even at the level of the Ponte. Because fake it-that is not in front of anyone. All have been left far behind. The average person always some blue dream Eesti. Mercedes, there, some six to buy, supernumerary!.. And when you can even a thousand pieces tomorrow to buy shitty... it Turns out that *** you need them!! Longing in General, and green.
- Yes!.. you have serious problems! - quite frankly already mockingly remarked of Horbulyk,