Seryoga Bakhin returned home exhausted and excited.

 “Come on…” he said briefly from the doorway to his pet, and for the third year his legal wife, Linka Bakhina, habitually opened up, without even getting up from her chair, like a pearl-bearing sea shell.

There was no time to look for pearls in the pink-dewy depths of his young peri, and without any preludes, Seryoga, in a completely boorish manner, climbed right into the soft crumb's guts with his twisted, crotch-like dick.

 - Oh! - squeaked Linochka. - How funny! Gray, you're a maniac! Her cheeks turned crimson under her blond curls, her mouth opened slightly, and Linochka became,as usual at such moments, damn attractive and divinely beautiful. Seryoga felt that prolonged sex was not a threat to him this evening: no more than two or three concentrated puffs remained before he was thrown into the beautiful Maelstrom that had opened up before him.

 - Oh, fuck! Oofhhh!... - It seemed to Gray that not only his dick, exploding with liquid happiness, had fallen into the abyss to Linochka, but also his entire body, with his head and suspenders. - No, Li-little one... I'm not a maniac... And not even some kind of asshole... I'm a simple gynecologist... an amateur...

At this point, according to the script, they were supposed to kiss passionately and politely on the lips for a minute, but Seryoga Bakhin, who considered himself deprived of time for sexual intercourse, decided to take his own at least in the finale and pressed himself in a hot hickey to the greedily searching lips of his nymphomaniac wife, seriously and for a long time...

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 - Hello!…

On the threshold of the office stood something young in a psychodelic painted top and a loincloth lazily hanging under a skirt.

 - You are a psychogynecologist, right?

 - Hello! - Seryoga pretended to be distracted from the papers on the table and adjusted his glasses. - Not a psycho-, but a paragynecologist: treatment of female sexual depression with an alternative scientific method. Come in, please! Have a seat.

 - Yeah, right, right - depression! - the creature fluttered its eyelashes, approaching, and pulled out either from a mini-bag dangling on its shoulder, or right from its denim belt, a medical card, which for a short moment became at least some kind of cover for the shamelessly protruding naked navel. - I read about you in the newspaper. Only there was also something there, that it was... About defloration.

Seryoga involuntarily winced: those assholes, Kiryukha and Nichipor, had kept their word to publish an ad in the tabloids with his contact information and in his name because he had refused to dance naked on the table at their drunken party, having lost three wishes to them in poker. The whole point was that his school sweetheart, Ritka Matina, who was now the wife of both of his buddies, was present at the dinner party, and in her presence Seryoga even stopped swearing out loud in a friendly manner. Besides, he was as much of a dancer as a pussy rabbit…

 — Last name? — Gray pointed his glasses sternly at the patient's card, where the last name was written in black and white: it seemed as if he had decided to check his potential client for sclerosis and find out if she had forgotten her name.

 “Anechka,” the half-naked lady shuddered in her chair from the resulting fright and confused her first name with her last name, but then quickly caught up: “Lotova.”

“What are we complaining about?” Seryoga suddenly wanted to bark at her as a warning to her fright, but he realized in time that this would be complete idiocy.

 “I’m listening to you, Anechka Lotova, with all my attention,” he was struggling to enter into the necessary professional norm of behavior filled with care and patience. “What’s bothering you?”

 “Me…” the patient hesitated as usual. “De… defloration…”

 "Do you want to lose your hymen?" Gray helped easily.

 - Yes, very much! - an exclamation full of internal tension rushed towards him. - This is my main problem!

 — Are you tired of burdening yourself with virginity in your mature years, and have you come to the firm conviction that the safest place to say goodbye to it will be in the office of a professional doctor?

 “Yes... I’ve come...” this ignorant cutie nodded her head animatedly and dropped her handbag on the floor, which immediately scattered into a myriad of sparkling useless things.

 "Have you at least reached adulthood?" sighed Seryoga, watching her collecting her jewelry across the table.

 - What are you doing, doctor! - an indignantly beautiful rush of brown eyes shot up at him from under the table. - I'm twenty-one!

 - We'll see... - Seryoga flipped the medical card backwards. - Well, twenty-one, not twenty-one, but eighteen, after all... a week ago... Well, that's good - at least I won't have to demand written consent from your parents... Take off your pants!

 - So right away? - the bag was packed and thrown over the shoulder. - But I thought...

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What she thought about my proposal, this almost completely exposed Barbie did not have time to tell. The door opened, and on the threshold there appeared Nichipor in his twitchy punk clothes hastily hidden by a doctor's coat.

 - Hello, sick people! - He immediately plopped down on the ottoman for a preliminary inspection, shamelessly "appreciated" all the naked beauty of my client and took out a video camera from the pocket of his robe. - So, Gray, will you let me shoot a movie at your place? You promised, didn't you...

Apparently, they and Kiryukha couldn't come up with more cretinism! At first, everything inside me seized up, and then I just waved my hand:

 - Take it off! Two hundred bucks... You, girl, take off your panties too, please, - I addressed the client. - Or did you want to explain to me that you are embarrassed by doctors and have been looking for a gynecologist all your life who treats you by your eyes?

 — No, but… — it was certainly worth seeing: the range of emotions on the face of brown-eyed Anechka Lotova would not have fit into the technical capabilities of any video camera. — I didn’t think that today… Right away… I thought on the first day of the consultation first…

Of course, I could have ruined Nichipor's fun - just for fun! But perhaps Ritka was indirectly behind the idea, and she would have definitely complained about me to my Lika. So I pretended to frown.

 - Anechka Lotova! You are in the territory of the most severe medical dictatorship! Have you tried to imagine? Try to do what the doctor tells you, and maybe we will succeed!

 “But I…” the babble came from the tender girl’s chest, completely confused. “I didn’t… I wasn’t prepared… you understand…”

"Oopssss!!!", it finally flashed through my head, which hadn't realized it before, "The girl isn't washed. What a terribly charming nuance!"

In fact, in such cases, it is really necessary not just to let go of a patient who has made a mistake due to inexperience, but to send her away without fail with the parting words never again to allow such tactlessness in relation to the medical staff treating her. But here is a doctor, they say, I am a good one, and as a man, I am completely crazy - I like so many things in women that sometimes even go beyond the boundaries of their own ideas about themselves. I sympathetically shook my head:

 - I understand completely... Take off your panties and go to the chair. The sheet is in the closet.

 - I thought you had a changing area... Or at least a screen... - she got up from her chair and now stood in the center of the office, looking around under the close supervision of Nichipor, who was intently filming the "movie". - Oh! Why are you filming! What are you doing!! Doctor, I will not be treated by you! Can I go?

It seems she only just discovered Nichipor - how people can slow down at the slightest excitement!

 - Yes, you can! - I said. - But you won't go anywhere. He's a doctor like me ("True, of physical and mathematical sciences"). His area of expertise includes filming scientific and educational videos for students at the medical academy. Don't pay attention to his face, unspoiled by intellect - he's just my friend, and he behaves much worse in my office than in his own.

 “But what about ‘for two hundred bucks’?!” the patient reasonably opened her eyes once more.

 - And for two hundred bucks it's a joke. An internal party one... - I explained. - Anechka, calm down already and take off your panties boldly!

 “I don’t wear them – your panties! They’re annoying too…” She nervously jerked her hands up at the waist of her mini-skirt, and only then did I discover that they were, it turns out, mini-shorts: it was really problematic to recognize them in their numerous cuts and rags.

The shorts lay next to the bag on the chair, and Anechka finally climbed onto the gynecological chair. Her thin, tanned legs fit onto the lounge chair as if it were hot sand – in three attempts. I began to have fun: Anechka’s struggle with her inner foundations was like an attempt to spread her legs wide, while keeping them tightly closed!…

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Basically, what I wanted was a fuck. A full-fledged and unambiguous one. Because I couldn't jerk off anymore. I was ashamed in front of my parents and it was already awkward, because I had grown up.

And these two weirdos with the letter "mu" couldn't do anything to me, they licked me only once, that's all. And I can say I was ready to love for life, although it's nice when they lick you, but it all ended very quickly. It was on the bank of the moon river in the pioneer camp. Dimon got burned in the fire like a real rapper and started pestering me already at night. And I went with him to the bank for a walk and decided to give it to him like a woman, because I didn't want to stir up his fresh wounds. He climbed on me all in bandages and in his underwear, was he ashamed or something, and he didn't take mine off either, he just pulled it down a little.

He started to push it in, and I told him, “Look at the moon!” He wanted to turn around, but his neck wasn’t wide enough, and his dick wouldn’t go in either, even though I, as a decent girl, was already feeling a little pain from his almighty onslaught. I screamed, like I heard once in a porn movie, and Dima immediately fell off. He climbed into my pussy with his lips, then with his finger, then he wanted to touch my girlish breasts, but then the shadow of a huge moon covered us. Dima flew away from me, like my puppy, which I throw away when he bites and doesn’t lick me. And then I saw the gym teacher leaning over me…

Igor was a young and very muscular gym teacher. All the girls "peed" when he held them on the parallel bars or by the butt on the horizontal bar. And he told them - Open your eyes, you're going to fall! And now he was standing over me, his arms spread out over me. - Didn't he have time to do anything to you? - Igor the gym teacher asked me worriedly and forcibly took me in his arms. I closed my eyes and he began to look into my crotch at my flesh, which was probably very hot by that time.

For some reason he took out a flashlight, shone it on, and then he started sucking! I got scared and pulled away, but not very much, only his panties slid further down his elbows. And suddenly I liked it so much that I almost fell asleep. He rocked me quietly in his strong arms and it became increasingly warm under my lower abdomen... Then I finally pulled away when I experienced our first ever orgasm together. And I say, "I thought you were a doctor checking my virginity, Igor Orefievich, but why do you need to suck for that???" And he answers, "I've just never seen a pussy like yours! According to my personal classification, it's a princess's rose."

Well then, okay, I thought, but I still told him seriously and sternly that I wouldn't tell anyone about his "pedagogical feat." In general, they, as a man, couldn't do anything with me and I suspected that I would end my life as an old maid. That's why when I read in the newspaper "Psycho. - Gynecologist - Treatment of nervous depressions and defloration" I immediately thought that this is what I need. Although before that I had never heard of such a profession and didn't suspect anything.

But I couldn't even imagine that they would order me to take off my panties that same day during our first meeting! And when I saw that they were filming me, I almost peed in the canal through my panties! True, I don't wear panties in the summer - in our environment it is not accepted...

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And Seryoga Bakhin got an erection. He silently sniffed the aroma-stench of the girlish charms spread wide before him, and the embarrassment hidden by the thick fabric of his pants and medical gown was not slow to tell. "Why do the other gynecologists' genitals not react sexually to their patients, but mine do as always?" Seryoga sighed to himself. His torment was somewhat eased by the reminder from his brain that "the other gynecologists" in their consultation were all women without exception.

But in addition to the unexpected charms, the small-format beauty had a completely mind-blowing head - thick black hair rose up in crushed virginal-lush thickets above her pubis, descending in two curly streams to the very ring of her ass - and it seemed to Seryoga that his zipper was coming apart on his crotch. "How else does she manage to walk in these short shorts? She risks being spotted on the first escalator...", thought Seryoga, pressing his white lips together so as not to puff at work, and spreading Anechka's vestibule with a gynecological speculum.

 - You see, doctor, this is my main problem! - for some reason Anechka Lotova decided to take part in her examination. - It's so hard that the penis won't fit!

 - Have you tried it? - Seryoga involuntarily raised his ironic gaze over his glasses.

 - What are you talking about, doctor! - the patient seemed to be even scared by the attempt to suspect her of sexual inexperience. - I've been fucking since I was eighteen or fourteen! With a Georgian, and with an alien, and in the ass! Do you know what my brother is like? He's two years younger than everyone else, but he's a total maniac! He jerked off on me so much once that I only let him do it a little, and he almost fucked me. He would have defollowed me if I were a normal girl and not a bulletproof virgin!

 - What? - Nichipor the tramp had meanwhile perked up: he pulled himself up with his digital nonsense to his full height almost to the very pussy and tried at the slightest convenient opportunity to end up not outside, but somewhere inside the female genital organ; Anechka's vagina only trembled timidly when the lens with its blinking backlight was in close proximity, tickling her soft pink lips with the cool metal rim of the lens.

 "A partition made of compacted fibrous tissue, that's what," Seryoga pressed Anechka's lips together in front of the video camera and began thoughtfully adjusting the rubber fingertips of his gynecological gloves. "A rare case, especially at such a young age, but in all likelihood, Anechka Lotova, you and I will have to resort to surgical interven- tion . . .

 - Ouch! - the exclamation that burst from the young chest interrupted Seryoga mid-sentence and even made him flinch slightly: “What a fool!…”.

 — Are you crazy? What are you yelling about? I'm not offering you sex, I'm just telling you a fact: it's unlikely that modern medicine knows another way to deflower you — it's not even just an incision that's needed, but a complete removal of the hymen, since the remnants can cause you and your partner discomfort during possible future sexual intercourse.

 "I don't like probable ones - I like improbable ones!" the client responded immediately and explained plaintively: "I'm very afraid!... It really hurts, doesn't it?"

 - No, it tickles and that's it! - Seryoga went to the instrument table and started preparing the instruments. - Did you pay for the anesthesia at the reception?

 “N... no...” Anechka’s face even turned slightly white in front of the camera.

 - A professional joke! Don't get caught next time... - Gray took off his gloves and began to wash his hands thoroughly. - Nichipor, students of the gynecology department do not need to get acquainted with the oral-lanite qualities of the object! Wash your hands and put on gloves - I will need an assistant.

Three minutes later, all that could be heard in the office was Anechka's excited breathing. Seryoga was wrapping her dark legs in white surgical diapers, Nichipor was pretending to understand the surgical instruments lying nearby, and the video camera left on the table continued to film Anechka's general shot.

 - Doctor, what is your name? - the unfortunate Anechka looked completely pitiful.

 - Sergey Afanasyevich!

 - Sergey Afanasyevich... Seryozhenka... You will give me anesthesia, right? Otherwise I will scream a lot... Do you want me to show you how?

Seryoga sighed out loud.

 - Why would you scream? You don't yell at the dentist, do you?!

 - No. But I always tell him that if it hurts, I will bite!

Gray glanced doubtfully at the pussy spread out in the napkins:

 - In this case, it seems to me, there is nothing... Calm down, Anechka. Of course, you won't get any airtime, don't dream about it, but local anesthesia is part of my official and moral duties. Besides, fibrous seals are poor in nerve endings, there is not much suffering. Only one injection will hurt - try to endure it, okay?

 - Yeah...

 - Nichipor, a mirror and a lancet!

 “Please!” the friend readily extended a scalpel and clamp.

"Idiot!" Seryoga muttered half-aloud and took what he needed himself. Nichipor took offense and left him for the patient. He stroked Anechka's head and said with straightforward sincerity: "Be patient, Sergei Afanasyevich is the best psychiatrist-gynecologist in the entire region..."

 - Nichipor, what is your name? - Anechka, with her upper, lower, large and small lips trembling, looked at "Sergey Afanasyevich" who was preparing to give her an injection.

 - Nikolai Gavrilovich! - Nichipor responded calmly and reached into the lapel of the patient, who was oblivious to everything except the doctor, her miniature top.

 - Nikolai Gavrilovich, what should I do!? - Anechka suddenly discovered her acquaintance with the classic, which had come from nowhere, and cried out: - Ouch! - it turns out that the injection was necessary after all.

 - It's okay, it's okay!... - the namesake of the early Chernyshevsky consoled her as best he could, squeezing the little ball of her breast in his paw with all his soft, clubfooted tenderness. - You don't need to do anything - let Seryoga puff there himself, and you relax and unwind as much as possible. You won't notice how it'll all end!...

He felt the tiny protrusion of the nipple and, lifting his finger above it, began to gently squeeze the tip with a soft pad. The nipple began to grow, erect.

 - Oh, everything froze, it seems! - Anechka finally, it seems, broke free from the tenacious embrace of fear and came to life a little. - Doctor, Sergey Afanasyevich, I can't feel my pussy! What will my beloved mother say - where am I supposed to fuck for the rest of my life?

 - Anechka, shut your mouth until the end of the operation, you're in my way! - Seryoga didn't like mockery of his profession: he endured each operation as if it were being performed on his own body, and now the only thing that made him happy was the "boner" that had completely calmed down for the time being. However, today, it really seemed, he was lucky. The fibrosis of the hymen was so developed that there was almost no blood. Seryoga completed the operation without complications, changed the napkins, washed his hands and returned to the wide-open doors.

 - You need to lie down for fifteen to twenty minutes. I need to observe the emergence from anesthesia.

He moved one of the visitor's chairs a little closer, settled himself in it half-turned towards the open-mouthed client, took a fresh copy of the newspaper from the table and, with pleasure, finally lit a cigarette.

 - And kiss me!?! - Anechka, who had been quiet under both of Nichipor's shaggy hands that had already gotten into her top, immediately came to her senses and continued to play the fool: - You could say that the main event in my young life has happened! They took my virginity and I can't read the newspaper...

 - Ask Nichipor! - All Seryoga has learned from all the sports news so far is that his pants are sticking out even more every time he glances sideways at the patient's hairy-pink, wide-open "mouth". - Nichipor, be a friend, provide the client with care and affection!

 - No problem! - Nichipor responded readily and went to kiss the ex-virgin.

Anechka shook her head under the cologne-ozonized fringe of his two-week-old stubble.

 - Oh, Sergey Afanasyevich, he bites! You know how ticklish it is!

 - I don't know, I haven't tried kissing him. That's it! Freeze! Anechka, calm your tummy, don't twitch! - Gray put the newspaper and mouthpiece aside, moved right up with the chair and lightly touched the parted, swollen lips with the fingers of both hands. - So it doesn't hurt?

He lightly squeezed her lips in his fingers, spread them a little wider and began to gently massage the tender, shaggy flesh.

 - No.

He spread them a little more, admiring the timidly pressed lower ring of the anal sphincter, hiding in the curly curls of thin fur. His fingers ran ever more animatedly from the bottom up and back along the valves swelling before his eyes.

 - And so?

 - N... no.

He turned the cunt so that a sharp pale pink clitoris emerged from under the pink skin on top, and the curls on the anus parted.

 - So? - his two index fingers pressed the frame of the clitoris and pushed slightly upward.

 - And it's really nice! Oh... how good...

Anechka closed her eyes dreamily.

A minute later, Seryoga was rubbing her clitoris with all his might, holding it between the middle and index fingers of his left hand. With his right hand, he was stroking Anechka's leg, which was fastened to the lanyard, from the ankle down to the small bun. Anechka's back began to arch slightly on the gynecological chair, her breathing began to involuntarily hold, and tiny beads of sweat began to silver near the hollow of her navel. So that she would not twitch too much, risking falling off the chair, Nichipor held her by the armpits, when Seriy put his tongue into the hot mouth and captured the nervously smelling clitoris with his upper lip.

"Princess's Rose" turned out to be such an obvious sapovka with a thin pubic bone that his tongue curled up to the very roughness of the G-area. Anechka squealed, and her breathing turned into one quietly howling, rolling moan. Several hot droplets rolled down the thumbs of Seryoga's hands stretching her ass. He passed his index finger into the leaking vestibule, slightly moistened it and slowly inserted it all the way into the pliable, hot ass. "Ou-v... o-o-o... oh!...", Anechka twitched with her entire small body and thrashed her cunt so hard that Seryoga's face flew off a good half a meter. The sight of the patient cumming almost made him explode in his pants...

When Anechka Lotova returned to the ground, the tense "bolt" of the slacker Nichipor was swinging in front of her nose. For a minute, Anechka looked at the swollen purple ball of his cock, as if it were a ghost from an unknown planet.

 "Are we going to suck cock or make eyes?" Nichipor asked, poking his bare head into her tender scarlet lips.

Anechka giggled playfully and blinked her eyes:

 - What are you saying, Nikolai Gavrilovich, I don’t know how! I can’t do that!

 - Call me.

just Niki, a little silly girl... - Nichipor sighed heavily. - Well, okay, no matter what! Study somewhere for now... Gray, maybe we should blow her once, huh? I just happen to have some lab samples on pharmacology with me! We could test them...

 - What other samples? - the deed was done, and Seryoga, already feeling his sense of humor returning, was unfastening the straps of the longe, admiring Anechka's pink-brown heels.

 “Well, here it is...” Nichipor took out some glamorous soap dish from the inner pocket closest to his heart and carefully pulled out a “sample” from it: a pink condom vacuum-packed in film with such monstrous rubber horns-solderings that its appearance resembled either an anti-tank hedgehog or a sea mine.

 “I’ll guess in two out of three tries what these samples of yours are put on when conducting ‘laboratory research’!” Seryoga smiled brightly into his eyes.

 - Well, not on a finger! - Nichipor agreed completely and turned to Anechka: - Anya, how are you?

Anechka, pressing it to her tummy, was stretching her slightly numb legs. It seemed she really didn't give a shit.

 - In a week, at least! - Seryoga felt that he simply had to break Nichipor, who had become completely impudent, in at least something. - You, Anechka, are prohibited from any form of vaginal-sexual contact for exactly seven days. Come to me for an examination on Friday.

Nichipor feigned anger, put the condoms back in place and demonstratively grabbed his erect cock.

 “But ‘the pilot wants to finish!’” the connoisseur of domestic punk recited and headed to the sink to jerk off.

 - Get dressed! - Seryoga couldn't resist and grabbed Anechka, who was standing in front of him, naked and waiting, by her tucked-in bun.

Anechka squeezed the tampon-pad given to her between her legs and pulled on her mini-shorts. Putting her paws into her unlaced sneakers, she padded over to Nichipor, who was shuddering in a furious masturbation over the sink.

 “Okay, right, Nikolai Gavrilovich?” She looked with interest into his gradually distorting face.

 - Fuck, that's so good! - "Nikolai Gavrilovich" agreed. - Anya, pull my balls, will you?

Anechka unexpectedly boldly grabbed his scrotum with her fist and pulled it down. Nichipor gasped and shuddered with his whole body - a stream of milky clots hit the tiled wall above the sink...

 - Gray, do you need sperm donors by any chance? I would go part-time... - Nichipor asked, shaking the last drops into the washbasin.

 - You'd better go fuck yourself, Nichipor, huh? - Seryoga responded to his interest with good advice. - Kiryukha and I have made a clown show out of an establishment for the fair sex!

 - It's all Ritanka... - calmly, as always, Nichipor substituted himself for the "fair sex" under the accusation brought forward, - ... says "Make us a movie about Seryoga, make us a movie about Seryoga...". So I...

 “Nichipor!..” handing Anechka a medical card from behind the table, Gray warned him sternly with a look - he preferred to nip the slightest encroachment on the honor of his school love in the bud.

 - Sergey Afanasyevich! - Anechka butted in, finishing lacing up her sneakers and taking the card from the hand extended to her, - Do you lick all your patients' asses?

 - No, only especially gifted ones! - Seryoga felt ready to laugh inside. - By the way, Anechka, you can already be free until Friday, goodbye!

 - Yes? - Anechka Lotova scratched her bare belly button and pulled her handbag over her shoulder. - Goodbye then... Goodbye, Nichipor! Goodbye, doctor!

 - Wait! - Nichipor stopped her at the door and shoved his business card into Anechka's bag: "Come in this evening..."

“Nicky, the doctor won’t let me…”, Anechka whispered in the same tone into his ear.

“That’s okay!… Uncle Seryozha won’t be here, and no one will bother us, we’ll try carefully…”

 - I'll try it for you! - Seryoga raised his gleaming glasses over the logbook he was filling out and was forced to reach under the table with his hand - to urgently squeeze his cock, which was puffing up in his pants, again with all his might. - Or else I'll prescribe bed rest! Not earlier than in a week!

 - What are you saying, Sergey Afanasyevich, I can't stand it for a week! I love Nichipor very much already! - said Anechka Lotova and twisted her lips in an offended manner: - Prescribe me bed rest along with Nichipor!...

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"It's my job, Lin, you know...", Seryoga Bakhin explained to his wife in bed in the evening, "People are like people, but I've fucked you three times already and I want more! This little cunt showed up today - Anechka Lotova by name... And Nichipora also got me... In short, I barely made it home. Her head is higher than the roof and her doors are bulging... Let's have a fourth, okay?"

 - "You're a beast, Serge!" Linka Bakhina passionately bit his shoulder, "You couldn't take a photo - we would have looked at you now! Climbed the swing?"

"There was no need to take photos there - there was a very diligent video reporter! I'll call tomorrow morning, I'll demand the disk from Nichipor quickly, otherwise it always takes a week, the "skilled hands" club... Are you comfortable? Are you fastened in already? Well, let's fly!..."

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