They say children grow up fast. But little brothers—how incredibly fast they grow! It feels like only yesterday I was picking him up from kindergarten on my way home from school, and Mom was scolding me because I’d put his hat on crooked and we’d lost a mitten on the way back. And today he’s already 40—and has a mustache. All through childhood, Oleg used to complain that he always had to wear my hand-me-downs. But in 2014, simply because he was my brother, he was imprisoned and constantly kept in the SHIZO (a Russian punitive isolation cell). And now I often think that I’m “wearing” the SHIZO after him. So I guess we’re even. Happy birthday, bro. May everything be well.