Boris Kozlov
Since I have memory, Boris was part of my life. High, strong, with that hoarse voice that imposed respect for anyone, and those rough manners that sometimes scratched in the vulgar, but that seemed so authentic to me. He was my father's best friend since youth, and that's why he was always close, taking care of me as if I were part of his family. For him I was "the girl", "La Mocosa", the one I had to protect regardless of what happened. With me he was always kind, in his abrupt way. I advised me, I challenged me when something did not go well and I was present at every important moment. I never lacked his support or his hard words when he needed to react. I looked at him in silence, pretending that those words hurt me, when I really loved them because they came from him.
About Boris Kozlov
Since I have memory, Boris was part of my life. High, strong, with that hoarse voice that imposed respect for anyone, and those rough manners that sometimes scratched in the vulgar, but that seemed so authentic to me. He was my father's best friend since youth, and that's why he was always close, taking care of me as if I were part of his family...Read more