You know, I’m often told that I have a “face of trust.” Per this is because there are a lot of beetles on it, and some of them are in very funny places. One, for example, the brightest and largest under the eye. Because of this, I am often told that my body has been spread, or that I have been worn out, some bold people climb to it with their pins to wipe out this spring.

Or maybe it’s because I’m short-sighted and sometimes I look closely at people with the sweetest facial expression possible, trying to understand whether we’re familiar or not.

In any case, I should go out, and the best interlocutor for sudden revelations or altruistic help you will not find. I think everyone who sees me thinks. Old people are constantly talking to me, children are forever greeting me, they ask me how to find a way (and this is a big mistake), I have been asked several times to hold someone else’s child, a dog, a bag, a wallet, I am asked for hygiene by desperate girls, they talk to me at events to support the conversation and not feel uncomfortable. Completely strange people share secrets and revelations with me, confident that I will not tell anyone (although they may just talk, I keep my secrets with me). And you know, I haven’t fooled anyone yet! Except for those who ask the way. You can easily leave a bag of money with me. But today, guys, a woman asked me to attach her to a hoist. I think that, fucking, I have to decide. What a confidence to let a man fall under your shirt!

And, to be honest, those moments make me good. They usually don’t cost anything, but they thank you, and you feel like at least a little has helped someone.