There's a time, when you've been away from home for a month, and you're watching the snow falling down on Russian ground, when you start asking yourself what the fuck you've been doing in the past few years.
Of course you have a solid-well paid job, and that's more than what most people can tell, but that is also an obvious contradiction to the "No regrets" rule isn't it?
To spend time away from home, just to earn the money to spend better the time that you pass at home...
It starts to sound bitter, this life, I start to regret things.
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