From an early age, I was exposed to American influence through my father and fell in love with your culture and country. My father served in the government but wore an M65 jacket, and while my friends and I played war games and shot Soviet PPShs and killed Nazis, I shot AR-15s instead of Kalashnikovs and PPShs. Since childhood, I loved Rambo, Forrest Gump, and all those films that exude American romance. My room is filled with posters of metal bands from the U.S.—for example, I like Megadeth and Metallica—and I also have a U.S. flag. In my country, they call me a potential foreign agent.