The transformative power of filmmaking captured my imagination since I was a kid in Moscow, Russia. One day I sat by the window, looking at the courtyard, when I noticed an armed man running across the rooftop of the adjacent building. He stopped, turned his head, and slowly aimed his gun at me. I got shocked. My heart started to race. Slowly, I sank to the floor, held my breath and counted seconds…

Later, when I was playing in the courtyard, a well-dressed woman asked me if I saw the film crew. The film crew! My destiny was decided then and there.

The Cycle	Miss GULAG	Pataloro