No, he is a not superman. And not agent of the special services. And even not psychologist or some there modern genius. He simply засранец. Засранец on birth. Засранец in principle. The same засранец, that I hate from the deep childhood! He is an actor, star, man that from birth success falls in legs. He is my cousin, засранец, that my mother all life puts in an example to the unlucky person to me. He is a man I do not can that already five years to forgive silence, after our casual kiss in the farmstead of my grandfather. Five years passed, was me eighteen and now, by will of fate, we again must clash on the same, to the devil farmstead!There is an unprintable bad language in a book.