it's good to be alive!
i was supposed to fly to Dubai to meet my dear old friend and a colleague the day when the attacks started. so the meeting place was changed to... fucking Kazan. things were getting a bit out of control in Newcastle so i decided to go anyway. missed three flights, got put on the fourth one - woke up in Antalya and that was nice three days of calm: turkish delights, sun, females (i only look i don't touch)... then i fly to fucking Kazan, get detained, arrested, fsb arrived. i was labeled a supporter of terrorist organisation (Ukrainian armed forces), populariser of depravity (they laughed a lot at pidor.ai which in russian means 'faggot'), and also an organised crime member - basically game over for farang. they threw me into a cell with tadzhychs... that was bad.
long story short my friends came to the rescue, i'm a free man now (banned from entering russian federation for life) hanging out in Istanbul laleli street. i eat, i sleep, inject testosterone, pump iron... it's good to be alive!
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