Viktor Pinchuk

Biographical details

Viktor Pinchuk One day in Afghan prison

I was, by all outward signs, on "Soviet territory", and the fact that somewhere nearby, three hundred meters away, there is a country of Afghanistan, sounded somehow fabulous and unrealizable, as if Afghanistan is a kind of restaurant or cinema. Of course, I refused: "What taxi for beggars?" The driver, having learned that "client" without a penny, offered to give a ride for free. I got into the car, and a hundred meters later, at the gate of border checkpoint, he dropped me off: then — only with a visa.
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Viktor Pinchuk God is One… in 200 Persons

There is nothing sacred in the fact that the unfortunate animals is abandoned to the mercy of fate. Wandering from garbage dump to garbage dump, they, in the end, die of exhaustion. It would be more correct to call this animal not sacred, but inviolable. However, I got distracted. Hanuman turned out to be truly "great": he was as high as a ten-story building, his head resting against at the sky. In the beginning there was a word, and there was a word at the end: “Mister, look into your bag. I am an honest man, didn’t steal anything... ” — the auto rickshaw said with a sly smile.
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Viktor Pinchuk In bullpen – voluntarily

In some countries of the southern part of the African continent, which differ from their neighbors by the higher cost of hotel service — South Africa, Namibia, Lesotho, Swaziland and Botswana, there is an unwritten law. If a person who is unable to pay for an overnight stay moves between the cities of his country, and the nearest transport that can be used to leave is only in the morning of the next day, he has the right to spend the night in the police station.
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