I am a past skinhead. It is believed that I hated everything that was slightly darker than white people, but my opinion changed dramatically after meeting him. One day, my boys and I, sitting in my mansion (I lived in a three-storey house), did not remember the occasion, but the matter came to the knives, and I was deeply scratched on my shoulder. I wanted to call the ambulance, but then I remembered that a doctor recently moved to us, I think I will go to him. I get up, an Azerbaijani opens the door to me, as I thought at the time – “Hach, fuck, some, and where is the doctor.” He is a resuscitator from night service. Then I saw the expression of the face so dissatisfied with everything that 10 years after these events I could not see a more dissatisfied face. He, of course, immediately sent us naked, and then noticed the cut and, without talking, pulled me to himself, while I winged him with a matte. He treated everything and anesthetized, put on a bandage and told how to take care of it. The hellish pain of the cut went away, after which we often crossed and twisted a couple of phrases (he asked about the wound), I decided to repay him and put a bubble. He doesn’t drink, but he likes to talk. During the conversation I found out that he had two medical certifications, and I became so envious that a guy of my age achieved just while I was nothing. And I, strangely enough, took my mind, my life changed, and I became happier and more successful. A week ago, he and I celebrated a decade of friendship, and now I don’t care about the concept of a nation.