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

I will remember Artem for the rest of my life. Why do I have so few memories of him? They slip away like sand through my fingers. I'll write something down so I can remember at least something. I vividly remember only one thing: at the first M200 tournament in St. Petersburg, I accidentally threw the medals in the trash. When it was time for the award ceremony, I remembered that moment and found them. With childish boldness, Artem ran away from the medal for first place. I can't even remember exactly if that's how it all happened. I had many conversations with him. He was a bright example for me. In a way, I learned from him how to be respectful, gentle, and cheerful. I'm very sorry that I will never be able to make him happy again. I still can't believe it.