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Some days of the young man living in Almaty. Boozes, girlfriends, an idle talk, drugs – here the maintenance of his life. And, seemingly, it for a long time, if not forever. "I didn't manage to appeal to the Marble Admiral as he turned on heels, precisely the horse who became on racks before the Pole star and specified to me that place on the cocked hat where I will have to carry out the life..."