Yevgeny Krasnitsky. Centurion. Not according to the order (№ 258625)

I was once a beater for battue hunting - shifted Ilya with a pathetic tone in the narrative. - Go skiing, the mallet knock, shout... And suddenly directly on my POPs cabanisi cabanisi! Hefty, almost with a cow the size! What to do? Escape - catch, harrow - with my kopetso against the sort of beasts? Here you are, mikhayla, ever tried skiing on a tree to climb? No? I have not tried it, but it turned out the first time! Fyuit, and there! Why? Because it was NECESSARY!