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[Alexandr Korol]

And I start explaining:

– I hear a voice, I see through people — everything they think. I can tell you everything about anyone just by their photo. I feel people. If someone has knee pain, my knee hurts. If someone’s short of breath, I start breathing heavily. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Who am I? No one can explain it to me. I’ve spoken to different people online, I posted on a forum somewhere, in a VK group. People there started calling me an empath, an indigo child. I don’t know what that even means. Who am I and what’s going on with me? Please help.

So she started talking to me, listening to everything. Then she takes out a photo of her daughter, asks me about her, and says:

– Alex, I’m facing a decision — I’m building a church, and I’m wondering whether I should hand it over to her so she can take care of it, or maybe I shouldn’t involve her in all of this...?

I don’t remember exactly — there was some kind of choice, either the church or sending her to study, something like that. So Tamara is basically consulting me about what to do with her daughter. Then I give her some advice. Then I tell her that I see the world changing soon and that everything will be really good. And her face — full of fear, absolute horror, like she just saw death. And she says:

– No, you’re mistaken.
– Mistaken? But I can’t be mistaken.
– No, you’re mistaken. You have no idea what kind of nightmare is coming. It’s going to be horrible.
– But how can it be horrible? I see a bright future, that Russia will be number one in the world. And in the future, there’ll be happiness and goodness.
– But before that — it will be a nightmare, a horror. It will be so terrifying, you can’t even imagine. I feel sorry for all our children.
– Okay, but after that it will be good, right?
– Well... after that, yes.