Dragging himself from the bed, the whole body is weaker than a log of wood, getting up from a hotel room overseeing the most beautiful part of the capital city. He stood up, drew the curtain to give him a better view.
Good morning sunshine, we heard him speak his native dialect, the whole area is bugged to the tiniest fragment, staying on top deserves all this, the more reason the political enemy nation didn't qualify for the world cup, they were a little bit scared of coming, we were ready though, a president, a former KGB, a country known for his high loyalty to there motherland. The likes of Lenin, Stalin has put the country on the world map.
He moved to the bathroom and immediately we started operation "Dead End". The world cup has ended, and so is this man today.
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