So, I dreamt of Putin. AAAAH! I didn’t even manage to put on a shirt in my dream. Then I see – a guard is taking our photo. Damn, I thought, what kind of photos will those be. Ran for a shirt, then Putin went somewhere down to the basement via a long staircase, and it turned out to be some kind of glass factory. That’s when I woke up;) thank God. Otherwise, it would’ve continued, and I would’ve been a United Russia party member by morning!
Hi, I'm Rauf Aliev. 