Milena Arden. Confession (№ 385966)

- Lord, what a shame. I'd never felt the need to stand in a stupid hat and apron, advertising cheap sausage, one, two, three, four, five... I mentally think not to pierce with a knife cut the sausage, silicone Tits this chicken. Trying to control his emotions. And boil even more, when our Izmailov views collide. He nods to me, and I continue to burn him with her eyes.
- Keep walking, Nikita... - whisper with a plea, not wanting another second to be in the company of this man.
You know that miracle? with a grin again, his voice this little dog. And here is what I have suffered. Rip off the heads of the stupid cap, tossing them to the blonde. Izmailov rushed to me, but I shoved a knife aggressively and hissed like a wild cat.
- Stay back, Izmailov, and baby rubber take, until I get it on the sausage not allowed - this Nikita obviously, I wasn't expecting. Around us a crowd had gathered, he ran the guards, lashing out at me, taking a knife and taking away from the trading floor.
- Since when are you friends with such an inadequate hysterical? the hysterical squeals like a stuck for the whole store.
- NAT, forget about it. Come on, Izmailov hurry to leave the store, saving me to your Madam.