I love to love to live, eat pasta "frutti di mare", Read Bulgakov and parsnip, watch malyavin, Malevich, Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec, sunbathe and smell the cut grass. Hockey happened to me as if it was inevitable and I waited until I came out of my oven at the age of thirty-three. It was so. And for the sixth year, it makes me, every time, a little happier, it gives me magical people and 100% disconnect from any problems during training or the game. I like loads, I like to feel my body functional, I like to play with girls on the ice and accept every new challenge, along with every new challenge. Hockey is, first of all, a team and it's very good when your team becomes your second family. I'm very lucky, I'm in such a family now. Growing up surrounded by people who will not turn their backs on you, growing up with people who do not offend and do not carry a stone behind their breasts, spreading their wings with those who believe in me and in whom I believe, with those for whom the word "trust" is not an empty sound. So be it.