the genetic target search is a long-term pleasure, the perpetrators sit at the dining table for ages, mostly in the evening, the smell of suspicion is in the air every night: Judge, what else can he do, we are at the table and our plates and glasses are empty, what else can he do? well! poetry at the highest spiritual and mystical level would be a special meal that would cure cancer for 3 months. the joy to the point of ecstasy of destruction is so great that they chew on it for months. you won't get that from me, never. read Onsori Balkhi, he knew that too