I was tired of waking up with a shiner every time and decided to write about it. It seems to me that defending one’s word and deed is freedom. Struggle = freedom.

This Doorov is not a very good person, I’ll tell you honestly. I’ve been almost living in his body for 26 years now and I know him well. A big egoist with an overrated conceit. He wanted to become a good poet, but he didn’t have enough talent, and now he started painting. For some reason, it seems to me that nothing will work out for him there either.