Nick Broke

I am constantly in a process of self-identity. I can hardly decide what I am. There’s always something new that prompts me to reopen my activities and principles again and again.

Well, it such a fun: when I intend to do something I know that the result will be totally unexpected, but that will be even better.

One should be honest. It is accustomed to believe that Moscow is a tough city, but that is wrong. You can easily find honest and positive people here. You just must not tell lies, you must know that what you once lied will replay you a thousand fold. That is a proven fact.

Moscow is a magic city which is supposed to be constantly conquered, one must constantly move ahead here. Once you start forgetting yourself, everything can go wrong and collapse.

I love to pimp my stuff. Designers do not always give me what I really need, and as a way out I engage into handiwork. I love exclusives. I prefer to be the only owner of some certain creative impulse.

Sergey Zverev and me worked out «Dolce&Gabbana». And that lead to a more interesting version appearance. I mean «Dolce Suka».

I compare myself to a drill, to a perforator. Moving forward and not looking back– that are the underlying principles of my life. But one is supposed not to go at bald-headed but create one’s individual life script day by day.

There’s no Show Business in Russia. All the possible earning perspectives gave way to e-pirating. Nowadays it is almost imposible to personify your ideas and put your message across. It turns to be easier to start off with singing in a tube passage.

Dear girls, I am herewith begging you to take care after your nails, to keep fit, shave your pussies, train your press, pump up your buns, get brown, take a shower not less than twice a day, oh, year, and one more thing: stop pumping your lips!

I like to peep babes being in the shower or in the next window. Well, if I happen to have a camera, I wouldn’t refuse to film all that. Well, come on, everybody does this, but nobody will confess the fact.

The most horrible recollection I have is when as a child I was nearly got by a bear when fishing. I was running at a fantastic speed. When analyzing the whole situation next day I realized that people do not run at such a speed. It was like in a cartoon.

Nobody can buy drugs when I am around. I mean when I am together with somebody who decided to buy some stuff, he won’t, never. The force of my opposition is so huge, that it obviously blocks all the attempts to do so.

I always gather only honest and positive people around. I never get cross, I only turn my back and leave. I do not need people with whom I can possibly have a conflict.

Money is not the priority for me.