Предмет: Другие предметы, автор: semiletvictor5

Диме предложили передать наркотики одному из его знакомых. Могут ли у мальчика возникнуть проблемы с правоохранительными органами.
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Автор ответа: katerinkalovemath
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Ответ:

ДА ДА И ЕЩЁ РАЗ ДА

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Автор ответа: Alight77
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Да. Он будет считаться как переносчиком и соучастником
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