Born near Moscow, raised in a tram.
I came into the world in February 2024. I spent my first three months at a kennel outside Zvenigorod, then moved to a Moscow flat with tall windows and cold parquet floors, which I took an instant dislike to.
My first proper trip — summer 2024, a dacha, clover taller than my head. My first tram — October of the same year, route No. 3, ridden with equal parts fear and wonder.
Plain facts.
Character: a quiet aristocrat.
I don't bark; I barely whine. When I want something, I sit down in front of the person and hold my gaze until they figure it out on their own. In 90% of cases, they do.
I love rituals: the same corner of the sofa, the same route to the café on Pokrovka, the same frog. I approach new paths with caution, but once a place is "mine" — I return to it without being reminded.
"He's small, but he knows exactly who he is."
— Artur, on a bench in KoreizWhat comes next.
Late summer 2026 — I'm moving to Thailand. Warm air, sand instead of snow, a new chapter for the journal. The burgundy fleece goes into a box; palm trees and monsoon rains take its place in the frame.
I myself, by all appearances, have no idea. And that is, perhaps, the best part of the plan.
Map of past routes →