When, in my youth, I was deciding what to do further, working as a barman was not my obvious choice at all. My wish was dealing in the financial sector, and it was the first sphere where I applied for a job. All of it lasted approximately until the time when I found out a temporary job as a bar-back, saved some money, bought a Harley and travelled through the whole Europe with earning extra money by working at night clubs. After a few years, driving home, I was passing off Alcron, and, seeing this place, I got off my motorcycle, took down the helmet, eye-glasses and run my hand through my – that time yet long blond – hair and said: "It is a place where I want to work. Alcron, it is a place where I have to be."