Alexandr Korol

Petersburg; I like the northern part of it. Beyond that part, there is the city of Viborg, then Karelia, then Finland. So, I concluded that it should be Karelia, the closest area to the northern border. I knew that Karelia was a county with some cities and places of natural beauty. I started to remember the people I knew who lived there or traveled to that area. I spoke to a couple of different people, and then, out of the blue, someone called me and mentioned Karelia. Then, even more people started talking to me about this place. It came up in conversations even when I didn’t mention it. Suddenly, everything revolved around Karelia in a most paradoxical way. I understood this as a sign that I was on the right path. At the same time, I had to improve my material frequency. Improve the quality of my lifestyle in line with the demands made by the “aliens.” So, I was planning to purchase a house. I’d had investment properties from before when I had spare money and had bought a couple of apartments. I understood that I couldn’t keep those apartments any longer. That it was no longer my frequency; I can’t live in these small condos that are three or five hundred square feet. I don’t need them anymore. They were merely a piggy bank, an investment. I have to sell them and consolidate all the funds so that I can buy a large penthouse. Maybe one in Moscow and another in St. Petersburg. Not really for living in, just so I can stay there anytime I need to visit St. Petersburg. And I was looking for a place, but all the deals fell through. Several of them. And while I was moving from one offer to another, I accumulated more funds. So, I was planning to purchase an even larger apartment in St. Petersburg and placed an offer, and again, it fell through. I did not understand what was going on. I found a place in Moscow, and we were in the middle of the deal when it also fell through. So everything was happening as if I shouldn’t be buying. I was asking the “aliens,” “What is happening? What should I do with this money?” And the money keeps consolidating, and I don’t know what to do with it. I didn’t want to deposit it in the bank because Russia’s banking system is crooked, and if they see a large amount of money, they might take it away; they can do that. Keeping it under the bed at home is also illogical. I am never at home, and at my place, there is always a commotion, different people coming and going. But I needed to do something with all that money; it was becoming a problem for me. I was asking the “aliens” what I should do and where I should invest, and they told me, “Wait until the end of the year; you will understand.” Ok, I will wait. And at the end of the year,