One night you sat in the rocking cellar. In a private room. There were elders and a shell. You were also the eldest. There was Winter, Turbo, Vova, you, Coat, Marat. The elders were smoking, discussing Koschei, and the shell stood and listened. Turbo said: Turbo:-Koschei can't see the edges anymore. Winter:-Don't talk like that in front of the shell. Turbo:-Well, what's wrong? Vova:-It's right, it's right. Koshchey reeled off five caps in Kazakhstan. He sat with thieves and came out a king. You're boring me with your notions.