khroloma, we’ll see you, that’s all beauty , so i say i’ll fly into space they said. here you go, we’i’ll most likely stay here, i’m used to this work, to your bus, to your villages, it will be wrong leaving them, well, it’s somehow a betrayal or something, many of them live, they tell me, just don’t leave, just don’t leave, please, what are we going to do without you, how can i leave them, i love them too , no ska! but i love my profession and i like working to help people, you just tune in, you know, the orchestra, you’re just one little violin, and for there to be euphony, you just have to. take your place and it doesn’t matter, there’s a violin there , there’s a drum, i don’t know, some little guy, but you just work in this rhythm, there’s no other way like, yeah. you either work the way you should work, or you don’t work, because of you no one will do your work, you know, every day is something new, it’s unpredictable, i don’t even know what will happen tomorrow. today, this is kostyaneyego, definitely, in the future, time will come, life will tell. after 5 years, pavel nikolaevi