When he was small, Bartoloměj's dream job was an astronaut. Then he wanted to be a mad scientist for a while, but my mother told him that it wasn't quite a job, so he wanted to be a dinosaur keeper. When he learned that dinosaurs had long been extinct, even before mother was born (which was already a long time ago), he decided to be an ashtray. He was seven, so his views could be taken seriously–he was a big boy, and he understood a little.
First real job
But when he was ten, he decided to enjoy reading it a little more. But he knew that he could not do the reading, it was not a job, and he tried to write. He was quite good at fifteen, and in nineteen excelled at graduation, and in twenty-four she was fairly busy with an SEO agency.