It was at a Metro book stand like this one in Moscow that one day, after returning home from studying architecture in Moscow Architectural Institute I stopped to flip through some books and picked up THINNER by Stephen King. Little did I know that it would change my life. I was 20 back then. I devoured the book, and came back, buying and reading 13 more. After that I got busy with school and my daughter, but the impression stayed. I loved the stories, and I thought I had scary stories like that in my own life, and that I could write them. 16 years later I finally did it.
Thank you, Stephen King, and the street vendor who decided to tickle Russian readers with some imported American horror.