Russia in the end of the 60ies. At this time I can’t do anything – I just was born. Five years later – I’m trying to draw naked women. Damn! I got busted! My mother doesn’t like it, my dad doesn’t say anything … I think he’s proud ;D

Five more years later – I still draw. Teachers don’t believe me that I do that all by myself and refuse my drawings. I’m pissed! They want me to draw some propaganda crap … I’m doing it just not to go to my class.

Now. I left my country and live in Berlin. I still draw. I think I was born just to do this. Yeah!