We cook with argon, welder in a pipe, nord stream, gas
Who wears the Adidas company, he will sell his homeland
Monica Yarosh in the photo peering kills on the fall
A rarity. At all times there will be a demand for antiquity
We are sitting in the car and outside the rain is knocking on the window
Each white pawn looking at itself in the mirror sees itself as a queen. We always see what we want in the reflection
The inevitable fall into a ruthless war. Someone will die