1 CHAPTER 1: A MAN WHO IS NOT VERY KIND

FRANCIS DEMINOV is not a kind man; it never was and probably never will be; born in no man's land somewhere in russia during 1935 when he became aware of himself he was already holding a gun in his hands and who knows how much blood has been spilled; the souls in hell will curse him, and those who have never tasted extreme poverty will probably not understand the despair that drives him to survive onward.

Because he doesn't want to die, he must be strong so even if you are strict for others, even more so for himself.

Watching as the last load is loaded in a town called Meldevskin we head to the port. I don't remember when was the last time I slept in the last 28 years; Even now when my wealth is so great that I could enjoy the rest of my life in a suite of the most expensive hotels in Dubai, looking at my comrades in arms, we finally finished the delivery ...

Those idiots really want to celebrate, rejecting Rusel's invitation I put on a hat and go back to my room after spending 30 minutes checking I finally throw myself on the bed and close my eyes; but i really can't sleep intuition?

If I'm alone and the others celebrating, does it mean that the room next to me is free? SHIT

BOOOM¡¡¡

The last thing I felt is the pain of being ripped apart, wait, am I still alive?

Opening my eyes with difficulty I can only see black, my eyes are covered and my hands are tied; I could easily untie them, but I feel bodies close to me; first observe the situation.

After touching around I found that this body was quite small, the people around me are quite small too; 8 years maybe but they don't move and their breath is hot, probably some kind of drug, at that moment I feel a glance towards me; the silent look type is anyone else awake? Quite a depressing aura.

I closed my eyes and rested to wait for the situation to evolve.

Little by little the children began to wake up, after 20 hours everything had calmed down and they began to speak some unknown language ...

As a trafficker who has lived over 50 years in my previous life I have naturally learned several languages; Russian, Spanish, English, Japanese, Chinese, German, Arabic and I recognize many others I understood that this language was something totally new, the words carry a very old connotation.

Finally 2 days later the door opened and a man entered threw something on the ground and said something, everyone around began to move trying to remove the ties, finally I removed the ropes and the bandage that was in my eyes and I saw what there was on the floor ; 2 swords 3 daggers and some needles, I felt a look on me and I saw a gray haired boy grabbed 1 sword, 2 daggers and half of the needles quickly; but my body had already reacted and I grabbed the sword and the remaining daggers ..

The boy leaned against the far wall.

Holding the sword and dagger around me I finally understood what it was all about; although my memories are not clear I probably lived this in my previous life; I was probably embarking on a similar situation.