Dmitry was the son-in-law of my landlady Lyudmila. He was particularly into craftsmanship but he could only take it as a hobby. He told me that he was once an apprentice of a master of craft in the village but he couldn’t bear with his mentor because of his heavy drinking. This picture was taken in his studio and the picture seemed packed with layers of emotions and experiences that he had gone through. He came to my room the other day and gave me a hand string with his work. The only English words he said to me is “present for you”.