I ride for another five minutes, then I come to the room, get off of him and sit down on the sofa. Oleg sits down in his chair.
Nude girl chat Romochkalove.
“Well, how should you be my horse?”
– That’s great!
I would always drive you!
– I also liked it, but it’s not a big pity here.
The next sentence was born to him, obviously, not without the influence of beer:
– And let’s try tomorrow in the park in the park?
“What, you want to sell me into slavery?” I ask with a malicious grin.
“All right, Lar, what are you doing?” I thought you liked it. . .