Chapter 1

I was born into a family I wasn't welcomed to. The mother was Ukraine nationality who had me when she was sixteen. The father was German. I was left for adoption at five month old, and was adopted by Kazakh family to Temirtay, Kazakhstan. I was named Mamelyanov Ruslan Zhastlekovitch. I was giving my fathers birthday February 13th. (My real birthdate is November 24th) My childhood was beautiful, every day I remember playing in the sand and I'd come home with dirty clothes on. When I was six years old my father died of tuberculosis. I had something unusual happen on the night of his death. Myself and mother were laying in the couch watching television and there was a knock on the door...no one was there. So then there was another knock...once again no one was at the door...and once again a knock on the door...no one was there for the third time. Right after that, the phone rang, and it was the hospital telling my mom that my father had passed away. I watched her out of the window running towards the hospital not realizing what is happening. My mother didn't come back for a long time, I fell asleep...and it seems like I've been asleep ever since.

After the tragedy me and my mother moved to a smaller apartment in another neighborhood. My mother started having a drinking problem, and most nights she would have friends over and they would drink. I came home one day, only to find my mother under the bed...I don't even know how to explain this...but to only find her leg sticking under the bed. I bend down to talk to her, and she's not responding. I didn't understand what was happening, I thought she had a hangover. I pulled her out from under the bed, she was blue, she had bubbles coming out of her mouth, her eyes were rolled back, she was...nothing I'd ever seen anything before. She was dead!