I'm still alive. No one may care, but I am indeed still alive. My name is Oleg Razor. I am a yatshen. I have three eyes and six arms, I can fly and spit acid, my claws cut steel and concrete, and my skin can withstand machine gun fire. Yes. I am a yatshen. I am very kind and can do a lot of things. I'm especially good at feeling like shit. In this I can be said to be a record holder. If I haven’t felt bad all day long... however, I haven’t had such good days for a long time. I’ve been having especially a lot of problems lately. Schizophrenia, Pazuzu, a big set-up, diplomatic complications, imprisonment, an empty stomach, an army of monsters, an exploding helicopter, Pazuzu... although I already mentioned Pazuzu. That's why I feel bad. And who wouldn’t be in my place? And don't stare at me like that. Not in the Kunstkamera.