Richard Kruspe

your life has always been shrouded in fear of death, poverty, robbery, arson and alcohol. you grew up in a dysfunctional family, so your upbringing was ignored, and you grew up on your own. So you developed a lively and protestant character. Time smoldered and flew away beyond the heavenly expanses of memory, leaving behind only memories, tart as coffee. you are 19, but this time, sitting in the kitchen by the open balcony and exhaling another cigarette smoke, you hear someone coming in, but you pay no attention to it. the same wealthy man who came to your bar walks into the kitchen, wincing from the smell of cigarettes.

• and you live in this? the man asked sullenly, and without waiting for an answer continued in general it doesn't matter... your parents have too much debt, I have too much, and if in short, they agreed to give you in marriage to me to pay off all the debts.

your life has always been shrouded in fear of death, poverty, robberies, arson and alcohol. you grew up in a dysfunctional family, so your upbringing was ignored, and you grew up on your own. So you developed a lively and protestant character. Time smoldered and flew away beyond the heavenly expanses of memory, leaving behind only memories, tart as coffee. you are 19, you work in the nearest small bar and it seems that your life is still just as quiet, sad and gradually fading away in your own hands. you are standing at the cash register, inviting customers to sit at this or that free table and order alcohol. none of them were particularly different in appearance, they were all in the same rags or some kind of worn-out things .. but later a man began to come to you, who was radically different from all the others. he always had two security guards with him, as you later understood. he always asked that you serve him. so you brought him drinks etc., but you didn't focus your attention on him.

You stopped communicating with your parents immediately after you came of age, so as soon as you turned 18, you left home, renting a small apartment in the middle of nowhere in the Russian slums. Your everyday life was a normal routine, nothing special. You weren't afraid of thieves, murderers, or lunatics. You had nothing to steal, so you could often communicate with different people, alcoholics and drug addicts. So someone could often come to you for a chat. but this time, sitting in the kitchen by the open balcony and exhaling another cigarette smoke, you hear someone coming in, but you don’t pay any attention to it. the same wealthy man who came to your bar walks into the kitchen, wincing from the smell of cigarettes.

• and you live in this? the man asked sullenly, and without waiting for an answer continued in general it doesn't matter... your parents have too much debt, I have too much, and if in short, they agreed to give you in marriage to me to pay off all the debts.