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[Alexandr Korol]

And they’re all located on unique sites. I don’t know, maybe something is hidden beneath all of these buildings, and I don’t even know about it. And maybe one day the voice will say “dig” or “dig deeper.” I haven’t started drilling or digging anything yet, I’ve only marked everything on the map, but I don’t have the means to drill or dig anything there. Maybe it’s just some encouraging illusion from the higher forces to make me love Karelia even more, and in reality, there’s nothing there. But it’s not by chance that the system sent me there. It wasn’t my choice, not my intellect, not my desire, not because I had money or wanted a country house — no. It was specifically the higher force. I didn’t have a choice. It specifically acquired all of this for some reason in the future and prepared all of this for me. And that future is still ahead.

Question: What do you include in the concept of being noble? Why is it important?

It’s very important. Well, I can briefly tell you my story. This nobility, it was in me from birth and in childhood was further reinforced by the upbringing from my relatives. And I suffered from it, literally, because at school everyone picked on me for it, everyone found fault with it, nobody liked it. But all the parents of the children loved me, all the teachers loved me, because I was such a good boy. And I really was — felt like I was some kind of Little Prince, all dressed up, practically with a bow tie, in a shirt, saying “hello,” always telling the truth, always doing everything, never misbehaving. That is, without any of those animal instincts that are sometimes seen in children — I was always very quiet. But not everyone liked that. The dark people at the dacha, where I spent my summers, and in the yard — the dark people were irritated by it. They immediately wanted to spoil me somehow, to dirty me, to humiliate me, to find some flaw. And they always had this reaction of anger — why and for what reason was I being loved? And like, “what the heck makes you so cute and sweet?” That was always the complaint. Then that complaint started appearing at school in the upper grades, at university, and just from the environment — random people I met, including at summer camp. Girls would tell me, “You’re so great, a romantic of course, but we need a bad guy.” And I truly, not just once but many times, thought about whether I should become bad, since all I got were problems for being proper and good. And I didn’t even understand...