i woke up from a long lethargy, in somewhere desolate place. i reminisce my past life where i was been the technician gun specialist, i remember pieces of memory with my family, those were the happiest moments in my life. but they're gone, and i solitary now, hundred years for them, bun only one infinity moment for me. i recoiled at the thought. i see the symbols on the air, they show me the way to those who did this to me.
they are a sect of fanatics, they have a mandate that justifies all their actions. ordinary people called me the indomitable, so sect choice fell on me. they were subjected me to various indignities before my almost eternal sleep.
now i'm emphatic, like never before. i must do this, otherwise i can't fluent with my family on the other side. i have a plan, i will sneak up, when they will commemorate the 500th anniversary of the creation of their sect. i no longer feel compassion in my heart anymore. and my hand will be more accurate than the most avid hunter. it seems the end is near
dear \name\,
thanks for your letter. it was great to hear from you.
in your letter you ask me about education and exams. i think education has a huge role in our lives. it gives us new knowledge and determines the future path in life. i am in the 9th grade and i already know what to dedicate my life to — i want to be a pilot. this is a difficult profession, but it doesn't scare me. this profession requires a good knowledge of physics and mathematics. guess what i will take on exams? of course physics!
well, i'd better go now as i have to do my homework. hope to hear from you soon.
all the best,
\your name\
Ты не должен быть таким ленивым