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I was born 50 years before the beginning of the third millennium from the Nativity of Christ.

He graduated from the nursery with honors and spent five years in kindergarten as a sweet, obedient little boy.

After kindergarten, I tried to get a job at the European Union of Artists, but they didn’t take me. It seems that he is still small. I had to get a job at school No. 5, where I successfully taught laziness, the art of flirting and powdering one's brains. Like all children, he invented different things from scrap materials. From time to time I went to drawing clubs and received bad marks from the art teacher because my parents supposedly drew all my works for me. Ten years later, I was solemnly dismissed from school, in honor of which they even gave a ball. From time to time, my parents, as if by chance, slipped me biographies of famous artists (synonyms are the words “poverty” and “unrecognized”). Clearly realizing that I have less talent, I decided not to repeat their fate. Therefore, I studied at the Interlactic “Institute of Grooms” (DVIST) and got a job in my specialty. A manager, or otherwise a seller of something that is not available, but can be brought if desired. Which is what I still do to this day.