The camp leaves in the sky (№ 282989)

- My son, the Almighty has commanded us to take care of the souls of earthlings. But not here on earth, comes the healing of the sinful soul. You, my son, and did eat the bread of wickedness and drink the wine of violence.
- You know, father, what is it sweet, the wine of violence?
- Who are you? The devil or retarded child?
- I Zobar. The first thief in the world, your priesthood.
- You have nothing more to say to me?
- The home would need to say goodbye. Horses to pet, to spit them in the face, so as not jinxed. Wine theft a SIP wouldn't hurt.