Alexandr Korol

in 2010, when she was there in October or November, I met her again near the BCK (Big Concert Hall) in St. Petersburg, I saw her there. There’s even a photograph from that time, and I took a picture with her, and she had the cross on her chest. She always talks a lot about the church. So, she’s like a gypsy, but not really, and yet she’s a believer, with a cross. As for this old man who was near the church twice... Yes, there was a moment in 2011, a year after the situation I had with the power places, when I decided to go back to the Church of Peter and Paul on the night of September 11-12, on my birthday. I went there alone, to the church, but already in advance. I was raised to believe that if you arrange to meet someone at 12, you should be there by 11:30 and wait. I always approach meetings this way, but people don’t treat meetings with me the same. But that’s okay. And I arrived there at 11:30 PM, waiting for midnight, for September 12 to come. Then my friend calls me, the one I mentioned in the book. Well, the messenger Hope had shown me that he was the devil, and she had come by him. So, this same friend writes and calls me, asking where I am, saying, “Let’s go to a bar to celebrate your birthday.” I told him I didn’t want to. He asked where I was, and I told him I was standing by the church, waiting for the messenger. He laughed because he always trivialized everything, he takes everything very superficially, like... Let’s just say, you know... Although, no, I don’t want to say anything negative about him, but let’s just say, if something were to happen to one person, like they dropped something or got dirty, I would sympathize, but he would laugh at them. There are people like that. But anyway. So, this friend arrives just before midnight, along with another friend. They ask me what I’m doing here. And I end up telling his friend, not my own friend, because his friend has no idea who I am.
I said to him, his name was Arthur, I think:

– Listen, I have an unusual life. A year ago, messengers came to me and gave me the keys to paradise, some riddles. I started solving them. It turned out that St. Petersburg is no ordinary city, it’s like a mechanism, there are places of power here, portals, and I pass through them. It has greatly impacted my life. And I’m sure those who rule everything will come to congratulate me or send me some message. So I came here on the night of September 12, 2011, and I’m waiting for someone to approach me or for something to happen.