Girls Don't Let the Guy Go for a Week After the New Year

Let them take dictation. - What the fuck kind of condoms you have, they don't really fit.

I have a Saturday. - I don't know.

It's for lawn condoms. - Oh, for a condom game.

I got these on the show. - You should've put a lid on it.

I just promised you, so this is... - You remember, I'm in line three.

I think. - You have a right. - I think.

Here, here.

Derbus, champagne, pink.

What don't you like?

Katyusha, I'll show you what I have. Oh, in the chair.

Do I have to kill you?

What are you doing here?

Come and have a drink, girls. - Drink here, please. I want the kitchen.

Can I have some wine, or what do you have?

Is this yours?

Fuck.

You speak old, see how?

All right, Verka, give it to me. - You just have to be nice and kind.

I don't believe it either. If you say anything, I won't even walk out of here.

I'm a crustacean. - No, I don't do that.

Yeah, day, I told you I don't give a fuck.

It's over. - How is she not going to risk me?

Well, fuck you. - Come on, come on.

What if I'm growing up before?

No, yeah. - No, you're sick.

Well, no. That's why I'm a manager.

You changed me, you're not the manager now. - I get it, yeah, I noticed.

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