I dedicate this book to people, thanks to whom I did not become a marriage swindler, a parasite, a maniac rapist, a thief in law, I do not suffer from chronic alcoholism and did not slide down the path of treason to the Motherland. All these congenital vices are my father, a man of rare insight and amazing pedagogical instinct, saw in me even in preschool age, when I hammered my first nail in my life. I hammered it into a brand new radio. Rightly believing that the filth needed to be burned out at the root, my father energetically took up my upbringing, using a good-quality soldier’s belt in the absence of hot iron. If I am still not serving a sentence in a colony for especially dangerous criminals, I am not a member registered as an alcoholic and drug addict, not recruited by foreign intelligence and not hiding from paying alimony, then, as can be seen from the above, I owe all this to my father. Therefore, I dedicate the published collection to both my father and my mother, who, not having her husband’s teaching talents , never understood what a dark tangle of vices nested in the soul of her son, and raised me as an ordinary child, which is what I turned out to be as a result.