Dmitry Rus. To play, to live. Book 2. Clan (№ 222565)

Hey Cheburashka, or whoever you are actually, there.
White muzzle with a black triangle nose and grinning teeth peered out from behind the chair. I immediately took her to the designation, if "Destructive Touch" doesn't miss, and it's minus five hundred hits will not find it. The General, meanwhile, continued:
- So, since we live under one roof, whether it is good to follow the rules of the hostel. Rule number one: you deleted the first request! - Cheburashka spasm in protest snarled, showing rather big needle white fangs.
And not a rock to me here! About rule number two will tell later, not invented yet.