Riot is always a thing of beauty. That is how I got interested. At school, I had this dream of becoming a graffiti artist, and I practised graffiti in my school notepad. If you start your school work on the first page and do your sketches in the back, sooner or later the two will meet in the middle.
And, next to your history notes, graffiti appears.
Which turns history into a different story.
Alyokhina/Riot
The police were after us.
Now there were five of us in a small car, driving through night-time Moscow. In that moment, Moscow was no longer the familiar city with apartments and cafés where we had all met. Now, it was a map with bright points of light shining on the road up ahead – the traffic police. We only saw these points of light. On the one hand, we needed to pass them slowly, no speeding up at all; on the other, we wanted to fly by at maximum speed – every one of these posts could have meant our last taste of freedom.
Alyokhina/Riot
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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