Desyat’ let proshlo s tekh por, kak Igor’ ushel k Yane, etoy khudoy blondinke s nenasytnym vzglyadom. Ya pomnyu, kak sidela na kukhne s Mashey i Antonom, i my vmeste rydali — ne ot lyubvi, a ot predatel’stva.

Desyat’ let proshlo s tekh por, kak Igor’ ushel k Yane, etoy khudoy blondinke s nenasytnym vzglyadom. Ya pomnyu, kak sidela na kukhne s Mashey i Antonom, i my vmeste rydali — ne ot lyubvi, a ot predatel’stva.

Ya pomnyu etot den’, kak seychas. Bylo 1996 god, Sashe ispolnilos’ sem’ let, a moy muzh Dmitriy prosto ischez iz nashey zhizni — zabral poslednie den’gi i uekhal v Ameriku s molodoy baristkoy.