“And I trudged into another row, where I found myself between two young men, one of whom did not speak, did not drink, did not eat, and the second drank whiskey and incessantly poured out his, so to speak, soul on me. Before I could close my eyes, when I heard a joyful voice:
-Have you gone skiing?
- No. Thanks for the compliment. I'm going to a conference.
- Which one, if not a secret?
- On politics and contemporary art.
- I'm not interested in politics. I'm happy with everything. What? Business is running, everything is fine. I got good connections from my father. But I don’t know what to do with my mother.”