Why i am still alive?
I dont know, so many times it had almost come so far that I lost my Life.
What sick shit we experienced on the way.
After my parents died of this filthy plague I went with my Friends Valerij and Domek through the Ukraine, through Belarus and up to the coast of Poland.
Everywhere the same shit.
In addition to problems with these sick wankers and other idiots I have to say we also had a lot of fun.
When does one ever have the opportunity to just leave his old fucking piece of Rust and get into a car of his choice?
I still remember when Domek absolutely wanted fat BMW and when we found one, he had it shredded the same day, I had the day while pain like hell, but me and Valerij have also laughed all day.
Or the one time where we had to flee from a lot of these sick bastards and we have saved us on a large pier and then flared the access to the pier without thinking and then we had to swim because the whole fucking pier burned down.
Which was also horrible where we drove with this ferry and suddenly the engine went out and we thought we were dying on the sea, but luckily Valery has somehow brought the thing back to life again.
After the first winter, we decided to go home.
Yeah and then it happened when we were almost out of the Ukraine then two Guys blocked the Road and stopped us.
After the Car stopped, more people approached us and they had weapons, fat weapons.
When we did not get out of the Car right away, they kept their weapons on us, I panicked and hit the Gas pedal.
Shots hit the Car as i drove on at full speed, after ten minutes I stopped and fortunately was unscathed.
Things did not go so well for Valerij and Domek.
They were dead, I drove through the night to Ratnoe, where I buried my friends next to my parents.
I do not even know if I should be happy to be here yet, the only thing that saves me from the day is Domek's supply of Dope and that a few idiots here and there get lost and i relieve them of their food supplies.
Of course it is shit all alone but at least I dont have to share my stuff with anyone.
The guy I pulled off last week seemed okay, maybe he'd become a good buddy?
Ha,what am i thinking the guy looked like a Russian, what would my fucking dead father think of me.
Maybe I should really talk to someone, I mean that can not hurt, right?
Otherwise I'll get paranoid or something here.