Monday morning 2014
Dmitri Kuznetsov a typical 56 year old office worker in a engineering company in saint Peters burg, he finds himself at a bus stop waiting for it to arive. trivial as he has taken this route thousands of times, to work and back.
"well another day at the office i guess"
Albert stepped on the bus as the doors closed behind him. he couldn't help but feel a bit bored and melancholic as there was nothing really new for him to see, hear, smell. ect.
so he just stared out the window at the city he so loathed. he once thought is was beautiful, the lights the sounds the people. but bitterness and age makes cynics of us all. as someone wise used to say.
"man i really have to find something to do, it feels like am losing life by the second. this back and forth is too monotones i miss the days were i was a child, in my fathers workshop in the countryside fresh air and all the nice trinkets to tinker with"
it was true he hated how his life ended up after his milittery service, working as a office job from 9/5 going home eating, sleeping, waking up and going to work, rise and repeat.
he was sick of it, although its not like he had any alternatives or any deep aspirasions for life, he just missed the peace and quiet.
suddenly the bus accelerated past a red light as if the breaks had failed, when the bus came to an abrupt stop, or at least that's what it felt like.
when Dmitri opened his eyes he found a large piece of metal sticking out of his chest, he only said two words before his consciousness failed him.
"OH FUCkkkk...
when Dmitri woke up the first thing he saw was a gray wall he tried to stand up but he found himself almost fainting from exursion as his body felt frail and weak, like he hadn't eaten in days. every movement was agonizingly slow, feeling like he was moving in molasses he grow heavy the higher he went as if moveing in a suit made of lead.
"what...is happening. where am I..."
out of nowhere he felt as if his head was about to explode, memory's someones memory's..No His memory's came flooding in his mind as if someone was pouring hot oil on every grove of his brain.
"AGH....huh....so..it seems this isn't my original body, ...well that explains the weakness and from what i can tell from this body's fogy memory's.....I AM SO FUCKED."
he didn't want to believe it but he was now inhabiting the body of Alexandrove Bellkenien, who apparently died in the slums of the city of Lanthan also known as the black mine from nothing more then starvation.
"OK first things first, when you are in a unknown place you always check your seroundings and then yourself."
saying so he got up with some difficulty to check his surroundings what he found made him want to cry of despair, he was in a dystopian 1920s like industrial city that seemed to be run by one very large central tower that could be seen for hundreds of kilometers the only other thing that compared in size was the ginormous wall that seemed to be around 40 kilometers high with what looked like artillery guns on top.
"well...shit OK so it seems am in some sort of dystopian horror world"
" well that's kind of rude to say to the city that is currently protecting your sorry ass!"
"shit...sorry"
he was mumbling out of frustration to himself and it looks like the locals took notice, as an old man reprimanded him before continuing to walk by. he dicided to search around and see if he could find a place to stay that is a bit safer then the open street.
he found a building that seemed to be for rent that looked half dissent but then he remembered a rather important thing...
"...ow yeah am broke, how do I get money here "
" get a job smart ass...how else can you get money "
he once again was mumbling, and a passing kid answered his question
" thanks for the obvious kid but were am i supposed to apply for one?"
the child looked at Alexandrove as if he asked the oddest question ever, its like he was talking to an idiot.
"Ahh....the bored's? were else?....did you hit your head or something old man?"
"no...but thank you"
the kid left not paying any mind to the bum in front of him, while Alexandrove checked on his condition, he was wearing an old flapper style shirt with no collar a pair of dark gray worn down trousers with button suspenders, wool socks and old black dress boots. apart from that he had nothing.
as he was heading for the bored's with the help of the locals he passed by a shop with glass windows and he could finally see his own reflection.
his features were deep but otherwise looked young around the age of 20....ish with short blond hair and gray eyes, he also had a bit of a stubble as if he had just started to shave.
" well...am not bad looking but its official...am diffidently lost my mar balls.