Boys, hello.
At 10:00 Moscow time — practice to clear anxiety.
Everyone prepare your suits, cufflinks, signet rings, sunglasses, hats, shorts, and boots.
Everything needs to be recharged after the session.
The session is almost two hours.
Then one hour of rest.
After that, we will charge all the things I listed.
Perfume needs to be recharged too.
Do not shower from morning until late evening.
I need clean animal sweat.
I will strengthen the roar and power.
The day is charged with Alpha energy:
break through,
move forward,
do not doubt,
close deals,
lead the energy,
do not release it,
hold it,
do not tremble.
If it gets so scary that you cannot even open your mouth, lock yourself in your office, close your eyes, and mentally take my hand.
My energy will activate, and we will go together.
Together with me, the field will activate.
The roar will come through immediately.
All the boys here are ready to support each other.
Heeey, I said support — not sabotage.
Good Lord, what is wrong with you people?
Everyone — full focus.
We will remove the anxiety.
We will cry a little.
Scream a little.
Then:
Diaro — Tantra.
Full focus on sex and the roar.
The day is locked into a strict schedule.
My energy and the energy of the field will lead.
I don’t know yet how exactly it will unfold in time.
Use lunch as the reference point — around 12:30, the next session.
Damn it, but that is not certain.
I will write closer to that time.
At 14:20 — wash the cars so they are absolutely spotless.
I will send the track.
Let it play in the car.
The car needs to be recharged.


The schedule and the power move as a single stream.
The filth needs to be cleaned out.
The field needs to be reinforced.
Boys, I need you.
Everyone prepare to take time off.
No work.
Entire days need to be packed with sessions.
We need a breakthrough.
Plan your time off as early as possible.
Boys, those of you who are not in business — I am sorry, but there is no other way.
We will have to carve the sessions straight into your working hours.


Boys, I miss our blinchiki too.
Hold on a little longer.
If it works out — this weekend, okay?
Don’t sulk.
I really, really miss our blinchiki.
But for now — work, boys.