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I’m gonna fuck you right in the ass! Hand over the Tarot cards! What?

That’s not how you play with them? No shit? Well, bless your heart, then.

I’m actually a peaceful guy by nature—sort of like Charles Perrault.

But I can stir up some wild shit, just like Figaro.

I swear to God! I’m pushing forty, and those bastards cut me from *The Voice Kids*.

I’d give up everything in the world for a win—all I’ve got are some lice and a coil of copper wire.

That’s my entire fortune; I’ve been homeless since I was about twelve.

Give me some gasoline or acetylene, and I’ll cook you up a batch of *shir* that’ll make your skeleton itch.

No one knows the real me.

Life is a game, and I’ve kicked the bucket.

Did you catch me sleeping?

No! I died! I kicked the bucket!

No one knows the real me.

Life is a game, and I’ve kicked the bucket.

Did you catch me sleeping?

No! I’m inviting *you* to kick the bucket!

Imagine this: The Kremlin Palace.

A concert celebrating the Ministry of Internal Affairs—I’m puking in a bidet, anticipating the absolute chaos to come.

In the lineup, I’m sandwiched somewhere between Gagarina, Stas Mikhailov, and a children’s choir.

I hear a voice from the stage—"Give it up for the man himself!"—and realize I’m probably in for a world of trouble.

Wiping the vomit off my sweater, I try to find the damn entrance to the stage.

I want to swap clothes with Vaenga—I offer her a price so steep it’s unheard of.

I snatch the mic from the lead singer of Sadko, then trip over some fucking *gusli*.

I smash my head against the corner of the dressing room, and I die—oh well, fuck it.

I turned five and went completely bald—a shock that nearly gave my mom a heart attack.

My stepfather, high on Spice, suddenly screamed: "You runt—this is Sparta!" He tried to grab me, toss me out the window—and that would have been the end of it.

But he was the one who keeled over, crashed to the floor, and turned as green as wasabi.

I tried to make it into the casting for *Patsanki*.

Some fat chicks beat the hell out of me there; it left a nasty taste in my mouth.

I got a tattoo on my back—a portrait of my beloved, one of the Winx fairies.

I used to peek at my nanny in the shower when I was four; now that I’ve grown up, I’m a Chekist.

No one knows the real me.

Life is a game, and I’ve kicked the bucket.

Did you catch me sleeping?

No! I died! I’ve kicked the bucket.

No one knows the real me.

Life is a game, and I’ve kicked the bucket.

Did you catch me sleeping?

No! I invite *you* to kick the bucket!