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...And there they found Zhanna Risk, still without makeup, and the Unconquerable Forces of the rockers, terrified by this, retreated and besieged the enemy pop Fortress for many decades. SobchaG and her generals, Kirkorov and Ugacheva, stubbornly depleted the rockers with their synthesized music and lyrics full of clichés. And the rockers' equipment was no better than pop music. The rockers held out on the songs of Vitya Oya, but they couldn't take the Fortress. And when they were almost out of strength, the Greatest Heroes of modern chronicles appeared! Kipolov, Shevchuk, Butusov, Shakhrin, and many others came. Even the old Arch-Rocker Grebenshchikov was carried in on the hands of the Grimm Brothers!
And the rocker army was revitalized, and they sang "A Star Called the Sun" with all their might, and the walls of the Hellish Fortress fell, and its warriors were filled with the brotherhood of ROCK and embarked on the righteous path.
But the pop kingdom was not wiped from the face of the earth; SobchaG and her generals fled. And they found new, young warriors at the Ezda factory, and Maksik Fadeevichus wrote lyrics for them.
Looking at the mountains of fallen Presley brothers from space, he looked at the new Kingdom and realized that this war would be eternal. And from the new kingdom, they already sent a professional hired killer, Timur Milan, disguised as a young punk, to the St. Petersburg rock club! Timur didn't want a mohawk at first, but a thousand bucks worked wonders...
(Please don't take offense, no personal attacks, everyone writes what's on their mind.)
Мне больно видеть белый свет,мне легче в полной темноте. КиШ.