thirty-five years, before that he worked eight years in the zone. Physics was the weakest in the group, and by knowledge too. Ballast band. But at that moment he had not yet fully studied Mikhalych as a person. Closer we will get acquainted with the next training trip, in six months, when the conflict between Osetia and 43 Ingushetia begins, managing to burn the border of the republic with a ROP, launching inverted, down, between the eggs, I will take. But I'll write about this once in a while, so just remember that Mikhalich is fucked. But while he was here, I didn't want more of him at the time. Ten minutes later, he took his favorite team “Backpacks of the Nesa”, took it with boxes of spikes, and the group began to move upwards, building a similar order. The most interesting thing is that the sky was very well seen, but when they made another stop through the fork of the minute, the peak was not approaching the meter was all so desirable. At first Mikhalych snorted again, again got the boot kicked sideways, Iurodek as the "phase" of 33 released. - Eustace, are you going up? - Filin added. Come on. Slowly, let’s go, said the hawks and turned into his own. - Backpacks ourselves, no one falls behind, keep the fashion order, tolerate, with a little left, keep quiet. "Doesn't Korobkunikto want to carry it?" I asked, not hoping to get an answer.