We were wandering around a garden when we came across this gentleman. We started talking with him, and using Russian, English, Kyrgyz, sign language and so on we understood he was a writer. After a while I was surprised when he laid his bag on the floor and slowly removed a book from it. Then he asked my name and wrote a dedication in the beginning of the book he had written and he gave it to me. This shows once more how kind and friendly this people are. When I returned home I googled his name - Абдимитал Камалов - and found out he belongs to the Union of Russian Writers.