I was 10 years old then. I was sitting at home alone, and then the door was called... And we had an entrance door to the apartment on the staircase and a roof shared with the neighbors. I opened, two women of the Balzac age stood in front of me through the barracks. And then it started, “Hello! Do you want to talk about God? Do you know who Jesus really is? Worry about your lost soul and so on.”

Lost soul at 10 years old :)

I said to them, “There is no one at home, but I don’t care,” and they said, “Call, though, your name,” and they drove a booklet through the grid. And I, the fool, and say, “Alexey.”

A few days later, my mom was home, and I came back from school. A bell to the door. She went open and out of the room, far away, I hear:

“Hello to you! We are Jehovah’s Witnesses. Can we see our brother Alexey?”

I hear a sharp knock at the door, a quick step in my direction. I had never seen such anxious and enormous eyes in my mother before... She just ran in with their brochure and the phrase, “When did you get into the sect?”