The cold and empty forests of Siberia, where no soul ever visits. Where there is nothing but snow and trees. Where the coldness is your only companion. This coldness, Siberian coldness..
This emptiness so desperate and harsh. This feeling that invades the heart. Those tundras of Sibir, cold...
Username: E_Honecker_Fan
Message: All those One's do is steal and play mob!!! My friend got beaten up by four of them pit-refuges just because she didn't want to share a cigarette > : (
I don't want to worry about the criminals from that place!!!!!
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