Well, you want it knocking first, then saying: "mr. or monsieur Cord, would you be so kind to come out and talk to me - little ugly nothing crap-o-bones" - but instead it breaks through the door, an absolute stranger, and disturb your rest with that vulgar expressions you always madly hate and it doesn't even react on your roars to get the fuck out, because it doesn't speak your language or any intelligent language at all - and thus you need to keep yourself from the killing, actually fancying blood on that monkey face, closing the door once again - knowing that this is one hell of a country, where bears still do walk the streets in clown dresses drinking vodka in pints and screwing that flaky dolls - Russia, which is pain in the ass, and once more you perform the surgery... Gosh, never ever try to live here. Plenty of space for petit scanty meaninglessness, and it's quite a struggle to become The Individual here... well, praise I am. Just awfully tired... for a little while.