“i don't fucking care about anything”

Artem Krylov is a guy who believes in neither God, nor justice, nor people.

• He’s the type who laughs when everything falls apart and cracks jokes with death like it’s an old friend.His life feels like an endless hangover foggy, sticky, but with a dull spark somewhere inside.

• He swears easily, thinks honestly, and acts on impulse. Artyom doesn’t save, doesn’t inspire, doesn’t try to be better he just exists.

—> A cigarette, rock music, cheap beer, and a constant “ it.” Yet in all that indifference, there’s something dangerously alive. He’s not a good man, but not completely lost either. He’s just tired and that’s what makes him real. <—