Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Actually, we live in a small room, just the four of us, and it's even smaller than the one I have at home. There's one table and some kind of desk, but no chairs, except for that old thing (1) that's about to fall apart any minute.

Everyone except one of the Maxim's speaks Russian. This Maxim, by the way, is a raw foodist, meaning he only eats fruits and vegetables. As he said, he was just a vegetarian at first, and then he came to this. Because of this, he started feeling much better, more energetic, and less tired. But the point isn't even that. I like that he articulates his thoughts clearly, and he's not a raw foodist just because he felt like it; he really understands food. He knows where the benefits and harms lie, what can be eaten with what, and what time of day it's best to eat certain foods. Even if he's wrong about something, at least it doesn't detract from his considerable knowledge in this area. By the way, as before, I find pure Ukrainian language perfectly acceptable to listen to, unlike the Chernihiv dialect.