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-Well, as I have already mentioned my father has a small repair station on Planet New Berlin. Not very profitable, but it could keep the family alive. I helped him where I could. I went to an engineering school, so I could give a hand at repairing some smaller transports. Everything went good, if we can say good for that life, until the local police turned on us. They accused my father that he's helping some pirates by repairing their ships, but they were willing to forget this for a little summ every month. As my father first denied it he was beaten almost dead. And when I wanted to help him they simply shot me in my leg.

Dmitriy pulls up his trousers to show the piece of metal attached to his leg.

-The bullet splintered the bone. I'm very lucky, that the doc managed to fix it with this crap.

He stared for a moment at the metal, falling deep into his memories.

-Yes, indeed. The doc made a fantastic work. My leg is almost as good as a new one.

He laughs loudly, but it can be heard that not happily.

-So my father is still working there, paying the monthly fee to these corrupt officers. I tried to get around them to some sort of authority, but they brush me off everywhere. Then one of my friend told me about the coalition. A better future, and things like that. First I didn't believe him, but as I was constantly thrown out of every office, I thought about it again. I left all my money at the desk of my father, and got into an Arrow. It worth tenth part of the money I left there, so I hope my father won't be very angry. And now I'm here waiting for my execution.

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