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“Get it over with, skūras! We are not your handbag puppies.” [two of them spit] “We will be here tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow until *you* are not. Clear-pissing žydelka…” [they spit again, the same way] “We know everything about you already, except who you are. Oleaginous, you are. Oleg, huh? OLEG!! [mockery ripples through the men; two of them spit, a new duo this time] See you to-morrow, O-leg. Pay your ta-axes, O-leg. FUCK you.”