I was born in Chelyabinsk. I was still a child when we were raided by gopnicks. Russian gopnicks. Torn from my PTU, I was made to speak their language. With each new hodka, my bratki changed along with the words they made me speak. With each change, I changed, too. My thoughts, personality, how I saw mobas and sijka. Words can otobrat y loha babky.

Est che po melochi?