USSR
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My father fled our family here from Russia a few years after the collapse of the Soviet Union. He was a leader of one of the chapters of the Russian Mafia; After Yeltsin's economic reform there was a massive power vacuum between chapters from ex-Soviet Republics and my father's chapter. He was shot down in the streets by a Ukranian. My mother, weak and incapable after suffering a major stroke, left me and my brother as men of the house. I have no sympathy left for the world, since the day of my fathers death I have vowed not to rest until the world is rid of babies, it was my fathers dying wish.
If you hate me, good for you, just another person to mine coal for my empire when I become Tsar of the Universe.
I have no soul of my own, I only eat those of babies.
If you hate me, good for you, just another person to mine coal for my empire when I become Tsar of the Universe.
I have no soul of my own, I only eat those of babies.