Translation: Garik Krichevsky. From Kiev.
Translation: Garik Krichevsky. My number 245.
Translation: Garik Krichevsky. Privokzalnaya.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. 10 000 km.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. I gait.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. Assol.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. White road.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. White cap.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. Brel, brel, brel.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. Brel, brel, brel ...
Translation: Garik Sukachev. All this will be.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. Death of the Kursk.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. Fire burns.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. Travel.
Translation: Garik Sukachev. Dralle (Yesterday).
Translation: Garik Sukachev. I know, there are edges.