An Introduction

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Привет! [Privyet!, Hello!/Hi!] I'm Luney. Artiom Aleksandrovich Luney, but I'm mostly just called Luney for short. I am a student of the University of Belarus, (Fictional, not literal as I, the author have no clue how BSU works.) and come home to an apartment not far from the campus each day. For years life was very normal. Go to school, go to home, repeat. Except for this one day when suddenly this weird looking птица [ptitsa, bird] flew out of this strange opening in the air and started... speaking to me? I think it might be better if I had just explained it in a "flashback" as they call it.

An entire day ago:

I woke up to an alarm clock ringing and went to turn it off. I arose from bed, and went to the kitchen. Before I could even grab and eat anything, there was a very vibrant circle above a table that suddenly appeared. "Что...?" [Chto...?, What...?] A bird would then emerge from the portal, and fly overhead, before circling around and preparing what I thought was an attack. Turns out picking up a frying pan in response to a bird in the kitchen doesn't solve all your problems. It perched on my shoulder and chirped its own greeting. "Ай ч**т!" [Ay ch**t!, Oh s**t!] I yelled out which caused it to flap up and yell in response "Do not be alarmed!" Which caused me to be puzzled. "...How can you talk?" I asked, slowly lowering the frying pan in concern. "It is not very important мой друг." [moy drug., my friend.] "Не твой друг, птица." [Nye tvoy drug, ptitsa., Not your friend, bird.] "Да." [Da., Yes.] he continued. "But you can be good help to me, then we can be friends?" he stated. "Help? Friends? you are going too fast. Why do you need MY help, and more importantly why SHOULD I help you?" I then refuted. "It's simple." he then said. "It really isn't, but go ahead. I don't have much time on my hands, птица." I reply, watching the clock as academic hours start in a rough half-hour. "You seem to be very confused, yes. But I wasn't just always a bird that could talk." "Нет? really?" [Nyet?, No?] "Да. You see, I used to be an astronomer just like how you are aspiring to be one, mister... uh.." he pauses. "Artiom." I corrected. "Да, да. Артём." [Da, da. Artyom, Yes, yes Artiom."] He then corrected himself. "Not very long ago, when your grandfather was alive, before Aleksander was even born, we used to patrol the stars, and were always ripe for discovery." He continued. "You knew моя дедушка?" [moya dedushka?, my grandpa?] "Да! he's still alive, is he not?" he then exclaimed "Surprisingly 93!" "Ой!" [Oy!, an exclamation.] "he may still have it in him!" He shouted happily. "Then let us go see him." I insisted. "No! We most certainly won't! He probably won't even remember me!" he yelled out, surprisingly waking up noone. "We won't know until I bring you to him." I replied. "Don't you think getting permission to own a bird would be the better way to go?" He stated, unfazed by how I hadn't of thought to keep this talking bird. "Your right, come along then." I replied, as he perched on my shoulder as I walked to the parents bedroom. "Папа?" [Papa?, Dad?] I questioned, as he had awoken. "Э? Что ты хотите сейчас?" [Eh? Chto ty khotite. seychas?, Eh? what do you want now?] "You have school in few minutes no?" He questioned back. "Yes, but can I keep this sparrow?" I then asked as the bird said nothing. "That bird? You want to keep one of those birds?" He asked back. "Yes папа. I'll take very good care of it." I reassured. "Fine. But if anything goes wrong in this apartment because of it, it will go back outside into woods!" he said. "Спасибо папа! you won't be let down!" I yelled, before exiting the room, allowing him to sleep again. "Now what are we going to do?" The sparrow then asked. "We go to visit дедушка." I explained, opening the door of the apartment, before closing the door and walking down stairs fully dressed to go, yet walking down to a few floors down.

And so, determined by permission, the sparrow had been assured help from Artiom as he had walked to another room of the apartment complex.

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