I've known Alex for a long time. Ever since I first met him when he was 7 years old I had marveled at his cunning which was only surpassed by his savagery. I don't think I could ever beat him in a serious fight. When fighting his friends or even enemies he never went all out. He himself was scared of what might happen. I remember like it was yesterday when he smashed the knee caps of another kid. He made a huge mistake and insulted his mother.

It wasn't uncommon for children to have sad stories coming into the orphanage but his was especially so. In 1 day he has lost all that he love and knew. His brother, his sister, his mother and his hated father. He lost his reason for love and hate. A lesser person would have probably committed suicide

Back then he lived his life with reckless abandon and I would often think that he would grow up to be some mafia head. But he got adopted randomly

I got booted out of the orphanage when I turned 16. By that time my friend Ivan who was already in the mob bought me a car and offered me a spot.

While in the mob I quickly moved up the ranks because I made my name known as the best hitman money could buy.

During that time Ivan began his grab for power. Ivan said that he was motivated by me. He wanted us to be on an equal footing like old times back in the orphanage.

In his struggle for power he killed the wrong person. He was the son of Nikolai Surgeyev who was one of the head figures in the mob. Ivan seemed to have made alot of enemies and I was instructed by 3 heads to kill him. I didn't have a choice. This has haunted me to this day. I wanted out of the mob, out if all the killing. So I made a plan to befriend the 3 heads. Years later I was able to retire. I made a business based on individual investment. My business boomed because alot of people in Russia had lots of ideas but no money. I even started a program to better help the orphaned kids. I would hire mentors who were successful in their own fields and sent them to the orphanages to pick out promising students. I warned these students that what they are getting isn't free and they will have to pay me back. Nobody has ever disagree to my terms. Most of the students became successful and those who didn't would work for me as a mentor who would pay off his debt if he brings me a successful candidate.

Having been in this business for a while I have grown fond of human development. I started educating my self on all sorts of matters.

I remember a quote from Friedrich Nietzsche

"On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb it tomorrow.

The more I learned the more I saw a name pop up that I have long forgotten Alexie Borisov. He even shares the same face. I have been fascinated by his genius.

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One day this fellow who was colleges with Doctor Borisov came and asked my organization for finances for his research. I knew that Doctor Borisov was fiends with this man so I gave him a condition. I didn't think he would actually pull it off.

When I met Doctor Borisov he called out my name. Can it be? Really? He was him. To think fate could be so kind. I though that I lost all of my old friends

Everything went smoothly until that fateful day. In the wheelhouse something strange happened. After the cloud inveloped us a grey yellowish hue enveloped the captain. It was like an outline of him. Then like someone cut the power to the TV he vanished in that out line's center. I notice it started to envolope me and I saw the helmsman running toward me before I disappeared. I was falling throu the electromagnetic fog and then I felt something strike my head. I blacked out

When I came to I was by my self in one of the rooms in the yatch. They left me....He left me.....No, It to be expected I haven't seen him in nearly 30 years...

The second day a group of men stumbled upon the yatch. They wanted it for themselves and attempted to kill me. It was hard work and I suffered few cut but I finally managed to kill them.

Few days later he arived leading a small army. I was infuriated. He was playing war while I was fighting for my survival.

How foolish and selfish I was. Everyone that we came with died.........Alex explained everything to me and I was suprised and happy. To think I would meet William Wallace himself.

The next day there was a commotion. A village was under the attack. Wallace and his men immediately jumped off and swam to shore to engage the attackers. The attackers fled and they followed.

After few attempts I finally woke up Alex. When he saw the scene he permeated with blood lust. He was as cold as ice and sharp like a razor. I've never seen anything so savage. He was like a child plain in gore. A had a wide smile on his face as he cut out a man's intestines and strangled another man with it....Madness

He mutilated all the attackers accused of rape and personally tortured the torturer. When he finally went to be his eyes looked lifless and he himself looked exhausted.

I heard him mumbled to himseld

"..death..lighter than a feather....duty heavier than the mountain"

At that moment I truely understood his intention. There are many more hart aches to come. We all must do what we must. Doing what we want isn't a luxury anymore.

I steeled myself. Yes, duty heavier than a mountain