“At the appointed time, I turned my head in a cafe on Avtozavodskaya, looking for a horse in a coat with the name Kolya. From the middle of the hall, a very handsome man with decisive cheekbones and a deep gaze smiled and waved at me. He in no way resembled a cloven-hoofed animal in outerwear, rather a foreign film actor of the “brutal lover” format. I looked more closely. He’s dressed out of season – a light summer jacket, and it’s not May outside. On the face there is a “mask” of regular features and sociability, behind which there is ambition and anger. Tiger energy in pajamas..."