Sergei Minayev. Videoты, or The Chicks. Two years later (№ 76542)

It would seem that now is the time to take this opportunity to prepare for a jump, to do something different (I'm not saying new because everything is new lies in the area of som, namely, the other). And nothing happens. Some are walking around with downcast faces, others with this eternal claim on the face, what happens to yesterday's provincials, and others simply forget the face of the house, going outside. Around stunning impotence, eyes, consisting of one protein and cold hands. And only jaws "of galcial". In the entire city. In every fucking alley. In every fucking apartment. The whole city turned into one big-ass viewer, adherent to the stone sofa and sipyaschie eternal hangover: "a Hsien che on TV?"