I moved from Siberia to the United States a few years ago. By now, I barely remember what my real name was, but my friends call me Limonadov, or simply Lim. When I landed in America, I jumped out of the airplane before the stairs arrived, sold my giant sword and bearskin coat, bought a tattoo machine, and continued tattooing. I started tattooing when I was 18. I'm 43 now. I built my first tattoo machine from imagination because YouTube tutorials didn't exist yet. microrealism, engraving.