of 1993. We recently moved to a new apartment. I, a 12-year-old, go to my new friend to invite him for a walk. We didn’t have the phone yet, so we called in the apartments. A friend opened the door, let me enter the hallway and went into the room to dress up. And there were those times when we fully began to appear video magnetophones and cassettes with goblin. I watched it all a hundred times in a row, including horrors (at the time I really liked the movie Something 82 years ago). I am standing in the hallway, and at the end of the room the door is open and I see that in the chair next to me is a friend’s father sitting and watching TV. I say to him politely and culturally, “Hello, Uncle Sasha!” He turns his head, looks at me and suddenly in a fraction of a second his face is terribly distorted, his eyes are narrowed, his lips are then turned into a terrible spark, then into a pipe/spot, his face is somehow rubbed, then stretched out, and somewhere from the depths of his soul begins to sound some sort of whisper that only a terrible bloodthirsty monster can deliver (all this happened for one or two seconds and was entirely associated with the monsters of Something)... Loud and with taste. And if he sneezed a second later, I would have had time to get in my pants. Thank you so much for not being embarrassed. More than 25 years have passed. And with a friend and his father's friend. Sometimes we remember and laugh. But it was the worst moment in my life and let it remain.