Horns grow.

Horns are growing on your head.

A parable about sin

“Infinite Gut”

Let’s talk.

“Alien among strangers, stranger among one’s own.” On Marxism.

“Fishy, fishy… You my little fishy… But not the stingray near School No. 33 on Porik!”

A kick to the face

“A Greek guy was trying to cross the river… Better to get bitten by a crocodile in the leg than by a scorpion somewhere in the Philippines…”

Where should I send Bednyakov?

Far away from the bustle