"Sam Wolinsky was seventeen, and a month had passed since he started shaving. Now he was in love. And he wanted to do something. There was a feeling of unbridled power in him, and he imagined himself in this world as something... He was intoxicated by the power that had accumulated from the first moment of his life until now. And he was almost mad from the feeling of this power. If he died, it would not matter. there was only this moment - a loving Wolinski, alive, walking along Ventura Avenue in America, the universal Wolinski, a crazy Pole with a broken nose..." Translation: Aram Ohanyan