I had that nice fur coat,
Real, made for me in Moscow.
One of a kind, expensive, my one year salary,
Good thing I didn't pay for it by my own,
Because that would be all I was wearing.
It was my birthday gift.
It was last piece of fur I wore.
That homeless dog was barking, following me,
Probably thinking I was a bear.
After a while like that
I think I was talking to the dog..
Explaining my situation, buying food..
