In the early 1990s, he taught martial arts to teenagers. It was very intentional, because it was relevant at the time. Once, during the training, a boy, probably 25-26, looked at us in the hall. A little thick, smiling, you can say I'll look at it, and I can do it. He stood in the room next to the students. He did not anything, it was such a character from Russian fairy tales, slightly formless and simple. No stretch or physics. Well, we came to the Sparrings. This guy stood uncertain, as if he was going to fall, seemed to be messy from the side, but then somehow strangely won. Then the elbow moves, then the leg and somehow uncomfortable, but his opponent fell. The strong guys fell. Okay well. Let me try it. Well, he got up uncomfortable again, with every blow I almost frightened off, pressing his head, and then the grandmother, to me comes an unhealthy such a stroke. Then again and again.

I ask, “How do you do this?"He said, 'I don't know myself, somehow I normalize, adjust and beat.'

After training, they met and later became friends. The guy never did anything, not even on his job, but he was an opera and the circle that day did - with his colleagues, he was looking for some bandit. And then he heard from his friends that one day he stood against three bandits, one of which had a gun, and with bare hands attacked all three.



And then I had the same feeling when you found out that the person you looked at from above was several times more perfect than you.



Definitely this is some sort of genetic memory from ancestors, the ability to fight even without any technique, at the level of the sixth sense. It is simply incomprehensible to me.