I was about seven years old,
It was New Year Eve, after 12 am.
I went to look under my pillow for a gift from Russian Santa Claus.
We put gifts under pillows on December 31,
Parents do it for children, but kids still believe it's from Santa.
I got paint box I had never seen before.
And for some reason I started to thank God.
Six years after Soviet Union collapsed, economy went down, everything in our city was closed and my parents divorced.
That year the city government opened first art school for children to do something, nor only sit outside.
I went to that school for four years.
Our teacher was the one who painted rebuilt Church in our city...
