Konstantin Lytenko

After I got my degree, I thought it would be a good idea to go see my boss and brag around a bit. I walked in there, saying: ‘Hello, check it out, I got my degree here!’ And her response was: ‘Oh, really, a degree, nicely done! Now you’ll have more time for work’.

One’s true nature reveals itself in extreme situations.

War is, naturally, an unpleasant thing. But for journalists it’s like Christmas.

On one hand, I’d love to get a chance to work in a war zone. It’s a kind of experience you’ll never be able to get anywhere else. Plus it’s a lot of money: a day at war costs averagely five times more than a peacetime day. But on the other hand, it’s really crappy: someone might shoot you.

There’s no point whatsoever in all those social events apart from ruining one’s peace of mind.

I seek security. I want to be sure that there would be nothing happening the next day to change my life for the worst. Be sure that I won’t have to worry about getting fired because I, say, haven’t completed the task of assembling that many “Raduga” TV sets. Stability is what makes one of the components of my security.

I’m not worried about the Third World War starting tomorrow and me being sent there as a soldier together with all my friends. If we have to die, we’ll die together!

I need quite a bright woman, because I’m used to learning something new all the time. And, of course, I’m searching for the perfect one. I want a stunning combination of appearance and “internal” qualities. And it’s not the healthy intestines, liver, kidneys and all the rest that I mean here… Although it’s really hard these days to find a healthy person.

My brain is full of useless information! Things like: I know that Asian orb weaver can weave a thread that would be one-centimetre-thick and could prevent a Boing-747 from taking off the ground.

I get pissed off by nasty pedestrians who cross the road in undesignated places and at a speed of a lethally wounded snail.

Falling in love is what happens to majority of people when they see someone who they’re feeling most attracted to at that particular moment.

I’m a culinary pervert. I can eat borsch with sour crème and some sweet bun. My friend keeps bringing up how we once went to the Crimea where I used to eat curds with condensed milk and pieces of uncooked smoked sausage on top of it.

Love’s blind, you might fall for a moron. Nobody ever elaborates why a “moron”, not a “moroness”. Although it does happen that way too.

All women want to look younger than they are, except for the women who do look younger than they are!

I enjoy working with my hands, so I started sorting out some piping at my place, installing some electronic devices, pulling wires, and putting together the bloody loo that is now regularly coming up with heart-piercing sounds.