I'd listen to the words he'd say but in his voice I heard decay the plastic face forced to portray all the insides left cold and gray there is a place that still remains it eats the fear it eats the pain the sweetest price he'll have to pay...
Судя по показаниям очевидцев, в банке "Северная Казна" при переключении звонка на другого внутреннего абонента играет "Let my people go". Охуенно, ящитаю.