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 -= And I was in Minsk... =-        
                                          
 R.S. Almost everything that is written here
had revenge in real life.  True 98%.  
                                          
   I ask all Grodno residents to apologize for
that I didn’t tell them about it, but that’s why
there were reasons.                             
                                          
  Well, FUCK, fuck, or how I was in Minsk...
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   I arrived in Minsk one Wednesday in February
month of 2000, to a conference, they say,
arrived.  Our group was offered to stop
hovering about some bare-bones dorm. One-
the real advantage was that she was on
Makaenka 8 (near the TV studio), but I
Slavik/ZGR after all, and I had to re-
to rush to my distant relatives.  Gender
I spent the day on the following goals:         
 -Remembering that Minsk numbers
phones start with 2.              
 - Search for the post office building.                     
 -Calls from freshly found mail to home and to
relatives.                            
 - Search for the relatives themselves.              
  Maybe who thinks this is all? Ha Ha two
times (or maybe all three)! I'm still
I didn’t tell you how I got to Minsk! A
because this is the most interesting thing!So, first things first... I came to the station
two hours before the trip - it’s too much for me
my ancestors are sick of it.  Having bought a beer, I entered
station  There was some beautiful girl standing there...
chonka.  Well, she stood and stood, and together with
my MS got up (heh, heh, pussy :) And not
the one in my house [in the house, but not in
apartment], and the one in the pants :). some
a feeling told me that I should be with her
will have to spend many days (entire [but
not fractional] three).  After a short period of
miy (like TO BE OR NOT TO BE), I approached
her :-*                                   
 “Hello,” I started first                
 - Hello.                             
 -For a conference?                   
 -Yeah :)                                  
 - Well, I’m a dachshund. And what are you (blank) for?  
 - :) How to understand 'why'?               
 - :) heh heh, not because of it, but because of... what!   
 -Ahhh, I'm in physics.                      
 - Well, I’m here for gynecology, that is, tfu!
 In computer science.                           
 - :) There aren’t enough of you [computer scientists]...  
And he points his finger somewhere.                
 I turn around and... there's a man standing there  
20 and ALL computer science.                     
 “Well, it’s not enough for myself :),” I say.    
 -Yeah.                                    
Waiting 5 sec.                            
 -Well, what’s your name?-I said again.  
 -Natalia.                                
 - Well, they don’t call me, I’m here when needed
I'm coming.                                  
 - :))) What is your name?               
 -My name is Slavik, but for friends... too
Slavik :)                                 
 ... Two hours pass, the whole crowd rushes
walked around the carriages.  I had a blast with Notali
one compartment (cool). And in the morning we were already at
Minsk!                                  
  Read my first adventures in
beginning.  Well, now... no, not all! But
you will see the continuation separately from the magazine
in the game Well, holy crap! . Coming soon!