Road to the Hip-Hop. Chapter 1. First time it happened near 1993, I was 14, lived with my parents in deep Russian province similar with black getho. No good job, not so many good people, basic population were comprised of ex-prisoners, workers, farmers and their children. Adults racked their heads trying to get some money and food, other of them were always drunk. Landscape around the hood could remind you, dear americans, some landscapes in Texas. Dry red clay summer and slush everywere at other season. 1993 was the year when the New Russia started it's new life. Rough times, local wars, coupons instead of money, national money system crush, deceit of the population, all these adversities happened together. Most people had seen no future, soviet people. Most of new young and mature people was real gangsters. They entered to the history as a brutal ball head brothers dressed in crimson jackets with big mobile phones Motorola in their strong hands and gold chains on the fat short necks. Impossible to imagine ghetto life without ghetto music. Such young boys as I am, had chosen new foreighn, amazing and rare music style as rap. It was a pop and techno music times, e.g. Ace of Base, Dr. Alban, Unlimited, etc. Russian music culture had no idea about rap music and what it is. I don't remember strictly the day when I opened hip-hop, but it was otherwise if it could happend nowadays. There are few reasons. First one, was a no internet there, nobody knew such word as 'Internet', nobody! TV had no rap music translations, only local illegal commercial TV became my exclusive channel, and in this channel sometimes I heard and saw rap speeches, hip-hop beats and outlandish scratches. First names I learned were Ice-T, Cypress Hill and Beastie Boys. At first times there were no compact cassetes of these artists. Nothing. I got two or three records performed straight from old TV-set mono speaker through the mic on my low quality Chinese cassette deck. And that's was all that I had. It was like as a meet with alien culture. First cultural impact I had got in these old days was the song of The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy called 'Famous and Dandy'. I just recorded it wholly, my first big fortune. I listened the song again and again, my friend liked it too. Fantastic dope beats hypnotized us. We had no idea about words and what rapper was talked about. We we caught a big fish and we even didn't knew the name of a group. Hip-hop settled in my house, my ears and my mind.