Privet, druzya! Ya Shakir, on zhe Korol' Shakir!
So storony my obychnaya semya, no v nashem dome chto ni den, to priklyuchenie! Moy papa lev Remzi, sestra Dzhanan, drug Nezhati - slon, pomeshannyy na ede, - i ya. My vechno v tsentre neveroyatnyh sobytiy.
Rad poznakomit vas s moey nemnogo sumasshedshey i neveroyatno smeshnoy semyoy.
A seychas do vstrechi: na kuhne nastoyaschaya bitva - gamburgery vyigryvayut
u ovoschey 1:0! Begu navodit poryadok! Uvidimsya!