Artem Boykov, also known as KobRa, has passed away.

I remember my first CIS gathering in Minsk. That's where we met. I was a drunk, foolish young man. I even came with a girl – that's when I wrote that Katerina had beautiful breasts. Someone even has that as their signature now. I visited Tyoma for about three days – I don't really know who he is or what he does, but I know his name is Artem, and back then, he and Napalm Seryoga lived in room number 1. I asked if they had anything to drink because I was leaving in the evening and felt really bad. Tyoma pulled out a bottle of Finlandia and said, "Here, my Belarusian friend, have this for the road." But he said he'd pour me a separate drink, and this one was for the road! I remember it so clearly. And I was so touched. I said, "Tyoma, I'm just a nobody, why are you doing this for me?" He said, "Stepan, calm down, you're a Heroes player! Let's have a drink." I was like, "What are you talking about?" He said, "No, I'm not, you drink it, and you have another one." Then there was Volgograd and the soup. "Stepan, why aren't you eating the soup? Come on, let me try it; I know it's delicious!" I wouldn't want people to say it's a shame that things turned out this way. I want everyone to write down some memories. Olga will be happy, and it will be good for the kids to have a record of it. I still can't understand it. And FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!! That's a whole other story!