ussr, naturally no one needed me, i came, they told me that azerbaijan, baku, goodbye, well, it didn, this no one was interested, the passport was wrong, that’s all, but then they hired me, but now you will understand that moscow believes in tears, they hired me without a salary, i agreed to work without money for tips, that is, they will cut my hair, give me a tip, i had no choice, i didn’t have money , it was already hard for me, and i had to either go back, and this was a shame for me, that is, you couldn’t cope, i went to moscow, i thought: you’re so cool, no one needs you there, and this there was a little shame for me, and i thought that i had to do something, i was free i went to work on the first day, and the salon masters did not let a single person through to me, because there is always a backbone, people worked and they installed me, and i came home, i cried, i then rented a room very cheaply from alcoholics, they were wonderful people to whom i am still grateful, and there was... luda, i came home, she was in the kitchen, so tipsy, frying something, something was burning