True name of Andy R.B. is Andrey Yuryevitch Tsunsky. He was born in 1967 on July, 25. It happened in the town of Petrozavodsk: that proves itself that fortune has an impenetrable band on her eyes. Although – perhaps, this place is not more dull than any other.
By nationality Andy R.B. is Russian. Most fun is that this is holy truth. But since all the same nobody believes it, I ask of reader to fill this column as he wishes: if you like the stuff Andy marrs the paper – wright into this column some nation that is sympathetic to you, and otherwise do, accordingly, the opposite.
More or less exactly is known that in 1984 Andy entered the Leningrad State University. From the 5th semester he was recruited to the Army, according to the customs of those times. When in 1988 Andy was transfered to the reserve, the defence ability of the country have noticeably grown. There are a lots of bad soldiers, but not every unit can boast of such bad ones.
The period from demobilisation up to 1991 is poorly known, for Andy himself remembers what was happening with him very scrappy; his memories are often obscure and full of mystical hints. We can console the reader only with the fact that few exact information which is in our possession, is checked out and allows to fill the cavities in this biography even with help of a moderate imagination without serious deviations from the truth. In this time he had let long hair and beard, was walking in torn jeans, have loafed all over the country by means of hitch-hiking, wrote poems and songs, and also amazed his teachers coming to the exams when no one already expected this from him.
In 1991 the hair was cut, beard shaven, and their former owner and executor got a job in newspaper "Nevsky Kurier" as a parliament reporter, and later he had almost become an Supreme Council Deputy's assistant, but understood everything just in time. Lucky.
Now he works as a journalist on television in the native town. His programs are connected with culture, art. Not a long time ago he started new program devoted to the defense of human rights. Songs and poems he writes even now. Prose he writes too, but exceptionally in Moscow, at Dmitry L'vovitch Morozovsky's, to whom he pays most high honour, not to speak of the common sinsere friendly feelings.
Of the preferences next to heart spots, in Andy may be marked love to Vermouth (not only), brunettes (not only), jazz (not only), and, besides this, we should notice that he had always admired such things as parachutes, horses and computors as well as any electronic devices; but he prefers to admire all this only as user; in case of horses - as easy rider.
Strictly heterosexual, not hostile to the persons of other orientations, but, when seeing them on TV, says dismally, nodding his head, "Where to is running our poor country?..quot;, which causes those who watches TV together with him to think that he endlessly repeats some spells. To the representatives of national parties and fanatic followers of any confessions that consider themselves better than all the rest, he wishes to come to sense, though he understands that this will not occure to everyone. He is very communicative, but from time to time needs solitude and full change of surrounding. In short, he is a man. With cocroaches in the head, but not dangerous. At least, he wants to be such.
P.S. I am agree with everything above. I did not write about myself anything bad, because it's no good to deprive my friends of this pleasure.