Andrei Dontsov. Complex Romeo (№ 383876)

- Many would like to be in my place...
- Many would love to Have your business in Asia, their small factory with an obedient Chinese - Yes. Cottage by the sea - Yes. Nineteen-year-old mistress-a Chinese woman which can fuck the whole day - Yes. The opportunity to fuck other women tons - Yes, many. To play the saxophone on the sea at night - Yes. But to have it all together in reality, fuck knows, Bro. To want and to have things to disgust.
Muddy trill in response.
When you buy a yacht?
- In a year. You can buy tomorrow, but because you want better. You know me.
And you'll drive there to fuck women, rubber inflatable boat? Rowing with the oar and to tell me the same smile-the story in English? To aspire to, Brother?
- And what Force, Brother?
Itrade, Brother. Why the hell ask if you were watching the classics?
- What is the truth, Brother?
In such a truth, Brother. Do you remember how we grew up. In some shit. How was cancer in the summer in the garden, to eat potatoes in the winter from fucking dusty bags lying in the basement.
- Why we did it, Brother, because the potatoes are already sold in stores.
- We were told that in your potato less nitrates, Brother.
- We ***were in, Brother, they sold the same ***nya.
- We are not ***Ali in the main, Brother. Then we wanted something for real, Brother. We had to fuck real desires, Brother. Then we didn't want cool cars and houses, or a bunch of Asian Chicks. We wanted Marinka from the last house, and we wanted to be stars. But, Marinka came to fuck real village boys. They had motorcycles, Brother. Which cost real money. And we had only one choice - to become Stars. Stars, Brother, not otrahannym asshole on a yacht. Remember something you wanted in childhood.