I made it a point to devise a more comprehensive longevity plan, looking for every possible opportunity to help me live longer as the days passed. And believe me, as I’ve mentioned a few pages before, this wasn’t easy under Soviet communism.
But I did what I could, and made the most of it considering the circumstances. I joined the university swim team, started playing tennis, and became a member of an underground martial arts club.
I also made some improvements to my diet. For one, I had to say bye-bye to binge drinking. This wasn’t an easy decision to stick to in Soviet Russia, where abstinence from alcohol was viewed with as much suspicion as yelling at imaginary birds in public.
To prevent any sort of eyebrow-raising from my countrymen, I invented a number of stories that allowed me to avoid the ever-present bacchanalias that were a fact of life in Soviet Russia, a decision I do not regret in the slightest to this day.
On top of all this, I also endeavored to get a hold of as many vegetables as I could. I relentlessly dug for every last vegetable in every market I came across. Literally. In Soviet Russia, it was custom for food vendors to bury vegetables in large containers with dirt and whatever else they had lying around. Washing and proper packaging was so ‘First World'.