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[Alexandr Korol]

he didn’t know back then — which country it would be, or which city, meaning how it would be packaged in its outer form. As if at some point he didn’t know whether it would be me or maybe someone else. So that was the sense, and it could be traced. But on the other hand, you see, we now live in a world, in this era, where the world is built on temptations, provocations, and doubts. And just as I was plagued by doubts at times — wondering whether maybe it was all just my imagination — Big Alexander also had doubts, that maybe at some point he thought, “What if I was wrong? What if the golden child is not Alexandr Korol, but that boy from such-and-such city or country?” It was like I noticed such moments before — that when there were certain confirmations back then, more than ten years ago, his faith would awaken, just like mine. Then at times my faith would fall, and so would his. Then it would return again, and then fall again. And then, yes, there were certain key moments after which, you know, it was like a point of no return. Some events occurred that confirmed who I am, what I am, after which neither I nor he could have any more doubts. And I would say that today, there can no longer be any doubt in him that it could be someone else or not me. That is, he knows that it’s me. And he now understands more who he is. He understands more who I am. And we understand more now that it is indeed Petersburg, and that it is going to happen now. But there were periods when it was, “What if it’s not Petersburg?” You see, so many provocations have happened and are happening in the world. A person can become disappointed in their city, in their friend, or in themselves in a second. Like, I could write five brilliant chapters about Petersburg right now, and people would start writing comments in response saying they feel a crazy power of the Spirit in me, or the Spirit itself, sincerely writing how glad they are that I exist at all. But if I were to post one message, one post full of nastiness, with swear words, joking, goofing around with a glass of whiskey, even just that one photo or post would instantly change the perception. Because you know, when it comes to perceiving something good — it’s very hard for a person to shift their perspective. You have to really work at it. And yet, turning your perception toward the darkness — that happens in a second. You post one offhand photo without explanation, and people immediately say, “Ah, look, he’s twisted and sick.” And just like that, all those five chapters written earlier are dismissed. Everyone instantly doubts — and it’s over, the faith is gone. So just imagine how easily faith