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Hagen (Suprimu): Suprim, don't drink anymore, pull yourself together, Suprim. You tell him, "Orro, you're not an honest man, get out of here." Tell him, “Your topics are full of lies and despair, Mr. Orro, confess and repent.” And we will not push, lay out all the trump cards, it will be overclocking. Suprim, we will put him under the bench with rags, I will tell him so directly, "Mr. Orro, your place is at the parachute." Stillurlich.
Just lak zat : And then I run into a dark hall with an attacker and shout “Long live the Teutons!!!”, I have everything rehearsed!
Suprim (annoyed to Just): Go to the dark hall and hit (complaint to Hagen) I don't like all this, I want to sleep (troubled) where are the Allies? Biodiversity: The Orro has been trolled since morning, I've been eavesdropping, he's been brought to tears by the brash allies! I'll give you an East Fantastic!

The trading room includes Putin and an unknown alleged ally.

Orro (Alliance): And your operational pseudonym now, remember, "Styrlitz", well, let's be simpler, without panic, hold the press (points the ally finger in the stomach).
Suprim (takes a decisive step towards Orro): Mr. Orro...
Orro (poking Suprimu in the stomach): Hold the abs. There are two beers at this table.
Botty curd (mumming confused): the right moment ... by the way ... your place at ...
Orro: Thank you, I am on the right, thank you.
Suprim (quickly jumps on the chair to the left of Biotvrozhka)
Hagen (blushing) Paaaaazvolt...
Suprim (looks aside): Get off
Orro (Hagenu): There's a barrel in the corner.
Ally (crying)
Putin: Shtyrlitz, do not cry, you did everything right. Suprim: And here is the question of ABM!!!

(Just bursts into the Hall of Darkness with an attacker): Here I am!!

Putin (Bushu): The question of what?
Hagen (from the corner): yes, yes, yes, that's exactly...
Let's drink to Mahatma Gandhi. Suprim, relax, you're nervous, hold the abs. Well done. What did you want to say?
Suprim (break): They scold me, tell me to attack you! Orro: What nefarious intrigues, as I call it, who dares to offend our glorious, our shirt-boy, our, as I call him, our king? Suprim: (points at Hagen in the corner)
Hagen: Suprim, you--you--you're a traitor, and you, Mr. Orro, won't turn away this time. JST LIKE ZAT: The entire gaming democratic civilization condemns your vile libel, your tabloid articles, we will deprive you of free play, you can consider this an ultimatum! Orro (laughs, wipes away tears): You're gonna lose your free play, you're dead! Who are you? Chief Admin? Well, you're Just, well done, hold the abs (points finger in the stomach, Just farts) Aren't you related to Benny Hill? Well done, after the death of Petrosyan, at least there will be someone to talk to.

(From the hall of the neutral slope young Teutons): We are on behalf of the Komsomol...mnnee... new members of the Teuto clan...

Oh, young people! Come on, rock, burn!

(Happy players fall out of the forum): Orro, Norm wrote, burn more!

Orro (rises): Wow! Well, guys, I gotta go. I'll let you guys go. I'm going to write something else. You are also among the heroes of my works. Read the forum tonight. Don't cry, hold the press! (leaves)
Hagen (hatred looks at Suprim, Suprim defiantly looks the other way, makes a sign to Justu). The Sumprim justices begin to attack Hagen.
Biodiversity slaps a glass of vodka, weakens the collar, begins to sing sadly "... and why I was born and why my mother gave birth ..."
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