Kalenskiy Zamirov

Kalenskiy Zamirov. Not my name or even a real name, just a made-up name after some obsession I had over the Russian language. I wished it was easier to learn a language. But this is the story not about me, but a friend of mine. Well, I spend most of my time afraid of things I shouldn’t be. What is wrong with me perhaps, or maybe because it’s my duty to just deal with it. For now, everything should be fine. We work together for the past few couples of years after the days of dark and terror. He acts as my advisor to, what I should do at times when I don’t know what to do.

Sure, this story doesn't just revolve around me and him because then that’ll be a different story. This is the story of Kalenskiy Zamirov after all. After a few discussions I had with him, he finally agreed the story should be passed on to others and me. Kalenskiy came to me when I really needed someone the most at the time. I couldn’t imagine my life would go on if I hadn’t had him. People say I should rely on myself, well kind of he lives in me, so I’d say it’s a win. It was back almost 3 years from the edge of the year 2020. He’s not always the best advisors or friend but I know he listens well. His origins were quite complex from where he belongs but wherever I go it will always be a different reality than mine, he studies the world I live in through my eyes.

Still, he lives in his world but connects to me whenever I needed him. Though I never been able to see his world with my bare eyes, some vision in my dreams was the only he always tells me these amazing stories and made me imagine such wonderful things. I didn’t want to start writing but he insisted me to do so since I’m not good that much at anything else. Some people are good at drawing, video editing and other artworks which I tried doing ended ugly...Well moving on. Here we go.