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I remember a wonderful moment
Tsshka, Molotov and flash drive
I have to drag at length,
But then the enemy comes to me.
And I, my friend, was not at a loss,
My faithful Molotov exploded,
To the enemies for evil in that box.
But Molotov went out,
So what should you do, dear friend?
It's time, my dear, to get the tszshka,
And with it a flash drive.
And so I throw a flush at them,
My enemy went blind and immediately sank.
And I rush towards them like an arrow,
There is a trembling in the hand and no skill.
But I wasn't afraid at all
I burst straight into the box with them,
Without waiting for time from the bottom,
I made a minus
Then two.
Then again, again, again!!!
And here he is, my long-awaited ace,
But then I woke up from my sleep.
And I see the score 16:2.
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