My profession, work? I am a professional drug dealer! More precisely, I am involved in the cycle of wholesale supply and retail sale of a “medicinal” drug. Specialization: 3,4-methylenedioxy-methamphetamine (MDMA). Jargon: “E”, “Ecstasy”, “X”, “Eshka”, “XTC”, “Adam”, “Disk”, “Round”, “Donut”, “Nut”, “Wheel”, “Chariot”, "Table". I am a merchant, in drug dealers' slang, a major drug dealer. Interests extend to cannabis, hallucinogens: LSD and "angel dust" - pee-pee-wee, but my main product is ecstasy. Oh, man, you didn't expect such a revelation? Do not be afraid! I'm harmless! I'm twenty-four years old, ten years of which have been spent selling drugs. Actively acting, toughly, bitingly, not sparing my own physical and moral strength, using any available means to achieve the goal, I plow the fertile soil of the newly opened Russian market. Otherwise, the criminal business will not work out, partners, competitors, bandits will be thrown out of the dangerous game, and a bunch of adventurers will be found, lovers of 3000% profit. At times I become cynical, cunning, and unbearable to the point of criminality for many of my rivals. I look like a farmer. Are you laughing, man? Throwing selected seeds of “substances” into the fertile black soil of the drug-commodity economy of Russia, I is in a hurry to collect the harvest before the onset of cold weather, cherishing each spikelet, I walk around the cultivated crops in circles from sunrise to sunset, vigilantly ensuring that not a single parasitic competitor throws a poisonous larva onto grains filled with nutritious juice. Harvested, abundant, tasty harvests, all for you, my dear clients! The world of drugs is my world.