Author of quotes: Malik Batukaeva

A dark business is going on in this outback. The unholy five horsemen: a carrion with a hyena smile, feeding on the webs of speech, a bug rider with a gilded palm, a court jester, but perhaps also a skilled labor pawn, a mercenary peacemaker with a suitcase in his bosom and a slippery snake with yellow eyes, pulling the strings and watching pouring fuel on the fire, gathered to solve the burning question: which cherry will forcibly donate itself for the cake for another week of charity. Behind the shadow of the horsemen crawled a vile rat that wanted progressive action, whispering in your ear, but rats are not allowed to fly. However, the connecting link of the five was a stupid, naive doe: you throw dust in her face, and she will call it magic pollen, you throw a shaped brick (but you should have fireclay) into her angular mind, and he will be God's grace for her.