“Many people have recently begun to ask me questions related to the nature of my activity. This kind of curiosity seems strange to me. People don’t believe that reading psalms on the porch can really feed! Any Sherlock Holmes can come up to me, crunching empty ampoules with a seven percent solution under his button-up shoes, and immediately guess who I am and how I earn my piece of bitter bread and a mug rain water. If you're wearing a vest, that means you're a sailor. A wooden leg drying by the fireplace suggests that I am not a very good sailor, but with a rich past, most likely in combat. Where was the last time we had a war? So, a combat sailor from Kandahar. He likes to sit astride chairs, which means he is involved in cavalry. A combat cavalry sailor from Kandahar. Often swears. Well known, humanists. The “Sasha” tattoo on the back of my hand helps me understand that my name is Sasha. And the heart, pierced by an arrow, under the blue name - that I am very selfish, narcissistic Sasha... I love it when there is intrigue." John Shemyakin