Eh, where should I start the story? Well, let’s start from the beginning, but only briefly.

My name is George. Born and raised in the sunny Krasnodar region.

My appearance is as follows: height – meter ninety-three, dark brown, unruly hair that always stands up straight, as if I was electrocuted. Brown eyes, thick eyebrows, a neat nose and warm-colored lips.

And yesterday I turned eighteen. An extremely important date in a person’s life. I celebrated it accordingly.

And already today, returning home, with a small headache, he died.

No, I wasn’t hit by a car-chan, because I’m not an idiot and I always look around.

I didn’t save the girl from the truck-san, because there are a lot of girls, and my mother has only one George.

Okay, seriously, saving idiots is a thankless task, and risking your skin at the same time…

Okay, I won’t torment you with waiting. It appears that it would be like this.

Cool breeze. The sun hid behind clouds. Puddles all around…

In general, the standard winter in the Kuban.

I’m walking, or rather, swimming towards the bus stop.

I get on the bus, next to the driver. The seats in the back were already occupied, but there was no desire to stand.

Somewhere in the middle of the way, there was a loaded trailer with logs in front of the bus. Just like in the same movie.

Yes, at that moment I remembered the moment from the destination with these logs.

There was a bad feeling, and the hair on the ass began to move.

Clearly an unkind sign, but where to go, do not jump out.

So the trip continued, and I almost reached my stop, but…

These **ing logs really fell out on the road. At that moment, my heart almost stopped.

Our driver, remembering the mother of the logging truck driver, masterfully drove around the logs. But I didn’t have time to be happy, as the armature fell out of the logging truck, about one and a half meters, and broke through the windshield of the bus at great speed.

Well, at the same time, along with the chair, through and through, almost touching my grandfather behind.

What did I feel at that moment? Well, there was almost no pain. Pure fear and horror flooded my mind. Fear because I saw a piece of iron sticking out of the center of my chest. And the horror of wanting to inhale oxygen, but couldn’t. Panic literally engulfed me, and my body was shackled.

Thoughts of what would happen after death tormented the mind. Is there a God? Satan? Or maybe reincarnation? Or I’ll just fall asleep forever, and my “I” will go out like a candle.

Most of all I was afraid of the latter. I’d rather be glad to be in the devil’s cauldron or the icy lake of Cocytus. It doesn’t matter, the main thing is that I will exist.

Consciousness was slowly, slowly getting out of control. No matter how I tried to resist, it was clearly stronger than me.

The last thing I saw was the driver slapping me on the cheeks and onlookers filming the scene with their phones.

Now I understand that if I were offered to exchange my life for the lives of others, I would agree without even thinking.

One person. Ten. A hundred. A thousand or a million.

I didn’t care and it scares me.

I was asked once. What am I most afraid of?

Fear of spiders? Snakes? Heights? Maybe death?

Then I couldn’t answer…

But now I can responsibly state that my biggest fear is the unknown.