My name is Yar Kremen. By day, a serious family man with a job, two kids, and a garden full of weeds. By night, a writer who can’t settle on one genre — from space adventures with cheese-loving rats to soul-crushing horror, from quiet Russian-style tales to dark comedy. One thing stays: I write about life — fragile, funny, terrifying, and beautiful. And about cats. My black cat Yashka demands a cut. This is him, currently on my keyboard.