A racist Caucasian Ezhid—“churka,” also a traitor to the clan. On weekends he’s a “writer” of gloomy garbage on the theme “how one should live” and “why I was a jerk.” A personality that tries, through his outpourings, to explain the delicate inner world of the latter—those relations between an army of anonymous people and the “TP” trying to understand it.
Amiran was born—and, alas, grew up. According to his own words, he finished three grades of a parish school, after which he “actively engaged in self-education.”
In his books, the author with relish tells how he “moved in” to Moscow and boldly slept with prostitutes for money. He also casually mentions that he used to be a miserable rotten Chechen, but once a doctor opened him up to the magic of Dolce and steroids, his life changed dramatically. Now, feeling like an alpha male, he writes all sorts of shady little books for suckers who aren’t allowed.
Like all other animals, Amiran decided to earn quick money—“for the development of a social project,” as he claims. But we know that all the “khachis” want to do is profit off Russian people. And that’s why right now he’s stuffing everyone’s ears with “urine therapy” talk, for anyone willing to listen.
Content:
LIFE TO THE FULL 2.0
A MAN IS ALWAYS RIGHT
THERE’S NO FREE LUNCH
DIALOGUES WITH A GENIUS
I’M A JERK: BREAK ME COMPLETELY