When my brother and I began searching for jobs now that school was over, and we didn't want to go to university... we tried to get Victor to find a new job as well. He didn't take this very well, but we still did feel like we owed him because he took us in when we were only seven years old. Victor was basically our new dad... so my brother and I decided we would work and help Victor through his tough time. We hoped eventually he would feel better. Victor blamed the fall of the Soviet Union for most of his problems... the thing is when you start blaming anything or anyone other than yourself, you lose control of your life, and when you give up control... that's when you give up your happiness. I know this now, obviously, and I wish I would have had this wisdom earlier in my life. Everything would be different.