Dmitriy Anatolyevich Pogudin

He leaves behind his daughter, brother, and the fish smoking industry, for which he was recognized by his ex-wife, friends, and those neighbors who live down wind of his backyard.

After leaving his Russian gang and his homeland in 2015, he came here to let new people into his grouchy heart. Dima stated that there was no better group of clumsy, uncoordinated amateurs than those he had the privilege of playing volleyball with.

A man of many hats, he could likely be found coding, fixing stuff, giving advice, forwarding memes, or multiplying his collection of jig saws that he needed to have to be able to build his own furniture (needless to say, the first chair is still pending).

Whether it was playing his guitar, buying yet another camera to get it covered by dust, or cursing squirrels, Dima’s greatest gift was being a dad. His knowledge, understanding, sense of humor, and unwavering source of support made him a rock for his daughter.

Being a frequent Nellis shopper, he left his family with a house full of junk, $86 "Do you think i should return this"- bedsheet, a vacuum sealer, a "Look, this can be a gift for Secret Santa!"- giant flashlight, and a self-made 3D-printed ultrasound device for shushing the neighbor's dog.

Known for his infectious laughter and adventurous spirit, he was always the first to organize a trip or a get-together and to turn ordinary moments into extraordinary memories.

Doesn't he sound like a great guy? So, as we say goodbye to Dima, let’s not let silence fall. Instead, let’s fill the air with bittersweet laughter and the delightful songs of Loboda's (not here to judge), in honor of our dearly beloved dad, brother, husband, and friend.