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[Alexandr Korol]

Question: At your meeting, Valentina called you a “golden child” and said you had a difficult fate. Does that mean she already knew back then who you would be in the future?

But she didn’t say that. Yes, during our first meeting, I just, emotionally, like a child, started talking about how I could see what people think, and even what they feel, what they’ve done, I could see who was a criminal, who would be successful, who would get sick. It was like I saw and knew everything about each person. And I didn’t understand what it was. If someone was near me, I knew even their thoughts about me, what they wanted from me. And I also knew that there was someone — “they” — I could hear or feel them — those who control everything — and I didn’t understand what they wanted from me. And then once, I was home alone, listening to music, and I went into some kind of state where it was like I stopped breathing, I saw white light, and a voice told me I’m not human, that I’m an angel, that I didn’t come here to live, but to work, and that everyone around me is just background, and I am alone. And then it felt like I was standing somewhere, and everyone was talking about me, and I was somewhere outside all of it watching, but the whole world was thinking or talking about me, and it was all in my head. It was like I could feel one person — but now I was feeling everyone. I was describing all this and saying that I didn’t understand it. That if a person is sick, I start to get sick, I start to feel their sore knee or heart. Or if they breathe heavily, I start breathing heavily. I didn’t understand what it was. I told her that it’s like I know everything, how the world works. It’s like I know the answers to all questions. I can ask the voice any question and get any answer. I know everything about everything. But I had no one to talk to. Even the school psychologists — I’d go to them and ask, “Can we talk about the soul?” And it turned out they were just regular people with fears and weaknesses. But I was always looking for some authoritative person to talk to, someone who could understand me and explain who I am and what’s happening to me — but no one could explain it. And then I told all of this to my friend Masha, all in one breath. And Masha said that her mom is like that. I asked, “Like what?” She said, “Well, like that. Magical,” she said, “you need to meet her.” So I met her. I was telling all of this to Valentina — that is, Masha’s mom — and she smiled and said, “You should write a book if you’ve got no one to talk to.” And I said: