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One day, while walking in my city, I accidentally noticed a very strange house. Its windows were boarded up, and Orthodox icons and advertising posters hung on the walls. Obviously the house was abandoned, but I really wanted to know what was inside. I came there again, and again, and again, until I met a gray-haired man with a thick, unkempt beard. His name was Alexander, he turned out to be one of the residents of this abandoned house. He invited me to come in given that that I would bring a bottle of vodka and drive out the local alcoholics who constantly come to the abandoned house, drink alcohol and eat the food of those who live there. Alexander came up with a way to drive out the uninvited - I need to pretend that I am “person from the authorities”, I entered the house, accompanied by Alexander, and loudly declared: now an educational conversation will be held here, and everyone who does not live in this house must leave the premises. The prank was a success, and I became acquainted met the others. Alexander (we already know him), Andrey - he almost didn’t go, Tanya and Vovka. Andrey had a story about how he lived in the forest for 12 years, how he abandoned his family and left to conquer a Moscow, but nothing worked out. Alexander did not want to burden his son, who “has a family and his own life” and therefore lived on the street. Tanya's story is a complex one as she was very poor at speaking due to a speech impediment and joined Andrei a few years ago. After a stroke, Vova’s body was paralyzed, he limps, and his left arm almost doesn’t work. These people are sick and cannot do physical work, so everyone (except Andrey) went to beg in the temple, and Alexander and Vovka sometimes went out to gather non-ferrous metal. At the same time, I often shooting with the heads of services in Moscow who fed, clothed and help homeless people. Once a week, I arrived at an abandoned house, and I worked on the weekends with responsible services. It was a bit of a transition for me, I tried to maintain close attention to the photographs without paying attention to any inconvenience. One day I walked into an abandoned house, Andrei’s bed was empty. He died himself. Tanya was beaten by people from the workhouse, and she died from her injuries. When I came the next time, no one was home, I left the groceries and left. The house was burned down, I never saw any of them again.