Prologue - Destination?

Eh where to start the story? Well, let's do everything from the very beginning, but only briefly.

My name is George. Born and raised in the sunny Krasnodar Territory.

My appearance is as follows: height - one meter ninety-three, dark brown, unruly hair that always stands upright, as if I had been electrocuted. Brown eyes, thick eyebrows, a neat nose and warm lips.

And yesterday I turned eighteen. An extremely important date in a person's life. I celebrated it accordingly.

And today, returning home, with a small headache, he died.

No, I was not run over by a chan car, since I am not an idiot and always look around.

I didn't save the girl from the truck-san, because there are a lot of girls, and my mother's Georgiy is the only one.

Okay, seriously, saving the idiots is a thankless job, but risking your skin at the same time ...

Okay, I won't torment you with waiting. It means that it would be like this.

Cool breeze. The sun hid behind the clouds. Puddles all around ...

In general, a standard winter in Kuban.

I am walking, or rather, swimming towards the bus stop.

I get on the bus next to the driver. The seats in the back were already taken, but there was no desire to stand.

Somewhere in the middle of the way, a loaded trailer with logs appeared in front of the bus. Just like in one movie.

Yes, at that moment I remembered the moment from the destination with these logs.

A feeling of foreboding appeared, and hair began to stir on his ass.

Obviously an unkind sign, but where to go, do not jump out.

So the ride continued, and I almost reached my stop, but ...

These fucking logs really fell out onto the road. At that moment, my heart almost stopped.

Our driver, recalling the mother of a timber truck driver, brilliantly drove around the logs. But I didn't have time to be happy, when a reinforcement, about one and a half meters, fell out of the timber truck, and broke through the windshield of the bus at great speed.

Well, at the same time, along with the chair through and through me, almost touching my grandfather behind.

What did I feel at that moment? Well, there was almost no pain. Consciousness was flooded with the purest fear and horror. Fear because I saw a piece of iron sticking out of the center of my chest. And the horror of the fact that he wanted to breathe oxygen, but could not. Panic literally engulfed me, and my body was shackled.

Thoughts about what would happen after death tormented my mind. Is there a God? Satan? Or maybe reincarnation? Or I will simply fall asleep forever, and my "I" will go out like a candle.

Most of all he was afraid of the latter. I would rather be glad to be with the devils in the cauldron or the icy lake Cocytus. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that I will exist.

Consciousness was slowly, visibly spinning out of control. No matter how I tried to resist, it was clearly stronger than me.

The last thing I saw was the driver slapping me on the cheeks and the onlookers filming the scene of the incident on the phone.

Now I understand that if I was offered to exchange my life for the lives of others, I would agree without even thinking.

One man. Ten. A hundred. A thousand or a million.

Didn't care and it's scary.

Once I was asked. What am I most afraid of?

Fear of spiders? A snake? Heights? Maybe death?

Then I could not answer ...

But now I can responsibly declare that my biggest fear is the unknown.