In 1991 the Soviet Union fell apart. Depression hit hard. No job. No goal. No nothing. In 1996 I decided to commit suicide. I put a halter round my neck and … the Lord spoke to me, saying, “I have set before you life and death. Now choose life, so that you may live.” I took the noose off, jumped off the stool, fell on my knees, repented of my sins, and accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior!
I was born on April 23, 1970 in a Kamchatka Peninsula fishery commune [4,200 miles East of Moscow, RU] to a family of communists. The peninsula bordered with America and Japan. The USSR authorities convinced the locals that we were about to be invaded by these “imperialistic predators.” Religion was viewed as a capitalist propaganda ideological tool. And so, there were zero churches and no Bible available anywhere at the Kamchatka Peninsula. My Mom worked at a privileged Communist Party bookstore, though. She had access to books unavailable to the general public, like The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis and The Illustrations for the Bible by Gustave Doré. That’s where my search for the meaning of life and eternal truth began.