Chapter 2

After I found my mother dead under the bed, I don't remember what has happened. However I went to her funeral and all I saw was her legs, the rest of her body was covered up with a white sheet.

I don't remember how this happened, but I was adopted into a Russian family Vihman...my name then was Ruslan Vihman. They had a house in Kazakhstan and a home in Moscow, Russia. For the most part I lived in Moscow, Russia. The family had a daughter and a son. I went to a private french school, the same school that my older "brother" went to. He was amazing, I was envious of my "brother", he had all straight A's. I strived to have all A's. I worked hard at school, I would study all the time. I would read alphabet books every day, I would memorize mathematic charts. I succeeded and I got all straight A's at school, got the medal and a letter of recognition at the end of the year.

And a good achievement ended with me being homeless again. It happened by "mother" being ill at all times, and spend many month in a hospital. THe father was working at all times. I lived in a house basically by myself.

Don't remember how this happen, but I was taken away from the family by the government and was placed into an orphanage in Karaganda, Kazakhstan. I was 9 years old at a time.

I ended up in a state system orphanage for about two month.

Then I was transferred to an orphanage for the next three years, where I became a part of performing group. We sang, danced, acted, traveled around Karaganda and performed at different stages. I was basically a circus clown.

At age thirteen I was transferred to an orphanage to Temirtay, Kazakhstan. The orphanage was build by Presidents wife of kazakhstan. This orphanage consisted of six lofts, with two mothers, and six kids in each loft.

I went to a public middle school, I interacted with other kids, I went to a music school and studied piano, I performed for the orphanage by singing in national competitions. I also was in a group of all sixteen boys where we sang, recorded song, and traveled all over Kazakhstan in a train to perform. We went to Almata, Astana, and numerous cities around Kazakhstan.

I was happy with what I was doing, but at the same time I was crazy. I took advantage of being the rep for the orphanage and I would scream, throw chairs, I broke a glass door. I did whatever I wanted, because I knew I could get away with it. I was very angry inside. I acted happy on the outside, but I was so mad, angry, and furious on the inside.