bajo cero

My wife and I perfectly calculated the timing of conception so that our child would be a Scorpio. but for some reason it turned out to be a subzero.

under Stalin there was no such crap

school vegetables

fencing under fluorescent lamps

in a parallel universe: - I’m fighting for Valera too much! - no sabz, let’s go without the milling machine Valery, he’s wild. -Okay, I’ll take the schoolboy Mitya. -ok, I'll take the truck driver Nikolai. Damn, I wish I could swing like them.

children under control

-Then why the hell are you called Scorpio? -well.. -I was born in November.

Is this a garland under the snow or a rave party in hell?

Which pill do you choose? I guess we'll take everything we have