My dad told me that I could make money with art.
I said that it's not a thing that I want to turn into a job or something.
In fact, I lied.
I just have no idea how to.
Also, last night I had a strange dream. I (russian) was a soldier of the Cinese occupation forces. HQ were near my flat. Red falgs were waving all across the familiar streets. Our squad was lead by a mainland chinese strict guy while everyone seemed to be from the locals. We had to take down some kind of a den situated near by our HQ. Chinese Officer knocked on the front door, the door had opend, I and the Officer walked it. Every single Tajik and Kyrgyz of the shit tonn of tajiks and kyrgyz in the yard pulled back as we moved towards their leader. The Officer had a short convo with him and the colon of captured tajiks and kyrgyz moved towards the van, which had parked here before. Chinese guy pointed at my rifle and said:
"ya thought it would be enough (bullets)".

So that's why you shouldn't drink much before bed.