Many tried to kill me, and my name appeared quite often in this long list. What a surprise it was when the closest to this was not my adventurism, cave goblins or bloodthirsty trolls set by the goddess of the Green River, but the most banal “brothers”. Some bully put a bullet in my skull. I lie on the cold concrete and choke on my own blood, tasting brain fluid. They pick me up and push me into the trunk of the car. Very soon I will learn in full detail and from the first row what torture is - torn out nails, crushed fingers, broken knee joints, an iron on my chest and a soldering iron in my ass. But the kids from the 90s have not yet realized that there are people many times worse than them. Although I can still consider myself a member of the human race or no longer?