Viktor
@Korsakov829
Dubai, United Arab Emirates
Joined Jul 7, 2012
I'm over 50 years old and for a time I had actually forgotten my birth date. I know its 1959, and some time in May, possibly the 9th. Yes, I was born in Moscow, Izmaylovo district, in the then-glorious USSR. When I turned 16 I lied about my age to join the army to support my sister and only family, which is why I have a hard time remember how old I am. Strange, I've only ever known the old country those first 16-18 years of my life, because I found myself in Afghanistan for 10 years and came back to a different world. During 1979-1989 I had mastered the English, Arabic, Pashto and Afghan-Persian. I never really wanted a career killing people but it became the only thing I was good at, and I rose up through the ranks. In the name of a country that I never would see again I destroyed villages and religious sites, but when I came back and had learned of this I don't know what came over me, but I tried to storm the Kremlin all by myself. I was without a job, the only home known to me being a box but that changed when the Russian mafia took me in for some 3 years, along with many others like myself. Not to go too far into that, I later found myself going from war to war for the new Russia. In 2004 I had found out that the Communists had been taking a large percentage of my millitary pay, and I got it all back. Life for me started only a few years ago, you see. For a time though I didn't value it as I should have, turned to drink, drugs, all that crap. Until recently, that is.
