РИНАТ ШМИДТ

ЧУВСТВО ЮМОРА. I'm coming out of the ice and snow, from the big night sun, from the heart of the world. I know you feel so green. The wind whispers through the storm. I'm how we come. I'm the eyes of war. We are your overlords. Oh, we see. We see you. I hope you know what we're doing. We're gonna stop. We're gonna ruin. We're gonna give you the