Sometimes I feel sorry for Dmitry. So overshadowed by the Marat. But the dude holds his own.
But the Marat...
Even Dima can't resist...
Don't look directly into is eyes. Whatever you do don't...
Oh, Dmitry. Not even you are immune. Get in line.
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March 05, 2009
Dima Channels The Longing Of Women Across The World.
Sometimes I feel sorry for Dmitry. So overshadowed by the Marat. But the dude holds his own.
But the Marat...
Even Dima can't resist...
Don't look directly into is eyes. Whatever you do don't...
Oh, Dmitry. Not even you are immune. Get in line.
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