Strange how things happen. I had always been alone in my travels but I made many new friends. Dres was the closest thing to an uncle i ever had. Dres was a large beared Russian man who I met up with in some city when i was so drunk that i fought half the bar. He came up and knock my a** out and took me to his home. He cared for me and taught me Russian. I in return tought him English. He got me into the black arms trade that he managed and showed me alot about winter combat. Im so thankful for Dres. Were have had many great times. Even if his idea of a good time was gettin drunk on some horrible vodka , singing and danceing to some loud Russian music and seeing who could last the longest before either throwing up or getting knocked out. I love that man.
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