Look at this snuggly-wuggly little chickaboo. His name is Vladim, and his parents are very rich. When photographer Anna Skladmann visited Vladim at his house, he asked her how many pictures she was going to take. “Not more than ten,” she told him, unpacking ten rolls of film and getting to work. After the tenth click of the shutter, he confidently got up, went to his room, put on his pajamas, sat in front of his television, and ordered the maid to bring him a tea.
Vladim was five at the time. I don’t know how old he is now, but I imagine it’s still just as easy for him to have you killed.
