As a kid I had an imaginary friend. I named him Cold Ice. Which is rather silly, I know. But mind that I’m Ukrainian and English doesn’t sound domestic for me. Cold Ice was a main character of my stories and someone I can talk to at the same time. Obviously, it was a figment of my imagination. Nosferatu the fallen angel and whatever else he was - such romantic combination you can only pick when you’re 14. Oh, did I say “he”? It’s not quite correct, though, since Cold Ice doesn’t have any gender.