“...It was such a tragedy for him that we couldn't, well, we managed to get him out. And here he lived with us for two weeks. There are not rich people living there in Kiev. Both his children and grandchildren live poorly. Well, naturally, he himself lives poorly. Then his wife who was very sick was still alive. And when he came back, he was happy. Having been to the Victory Parade, having visited the Nakhimov College, which he and the father were graduating from, we drove him around.... He admired St. Petersburg. He admired how everything was restored, how everything was done. At the same time, it's not that he's some immigrant to Ukraine, no, to Ukraine, no, he was just born there, he studied at the Nakhimov College in Leningrad. Here. And when he came back there and just out of inertia went out on the street on a festive day wearing a uniform coat with Soviet awards, he was beaten up. He was beaten very severely. He was kicked. They barely got him out of there, barely got him out. My father called him every day until his death, they talked every day. And I'm gonna remember that. That's why we have to go to Kiev, bitch. That's why, because Soviet, Russian people live there, our grandfathers, friends of our fathers, and so on and so forth. And they're there, they don't like them there, the local young bastards, these guys. They got swastika on their ass. And they're ready to show it on YouTube, because that's what they do now. And Bandera Avenue. That's probably why we should go all the way to Kiev, and maybe even Lvov. Excuse me...”