The motives of Mick. Ashina “My New Year’s Meetings”
Beginning of June 1979. and Leningrad. The White Nights. The school year is almost over. We, three of our classmates, drank a little. The mood is great, youth and all that. I wanted to scare. At three o’clock in the night we found ourselves in Nevsk, near the Anichkov Bridge. We walk straight through the center of Nevsky, rejoice in life, get angry (which was thought of). There are almost no cars. The sun, the warmth, the beauty around. I was terribly eaten! In stagnant times, you can quickly and deliciously eat in Leningrad and during the day you can only dream. And at night it was easier to find a wheel from the tram than to eat. You could go to the Moscow station, in the buffet. It could have broken up. Not very long thinking, we enter the first passing courtyard (somewhere next to the House of Journalists), we insist on calling the first apartment! A man in family trousers. Satisfied, let’s say, so that Klitschko probably would have immediately stumbled out of there. We humbly ask if we can’t eat anything. It is very hot! He says – come in! We go to the kitchen of the ordinary Peter's communal. The man was chewing; we also had something left to “bake.” We drank, ate, sat down and talked. Mood for flying! They hugged him and went home to sleep.
Those were the times, guys.