In 2048, after 34 years of bloody war on Earth between anthros and humans, the world was practically divided into three parts:
- The anthro (furry) Federation (also known as the South)
- The human block of Far Eastern States (the East)
- And the Uni...
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When the war ended I was fifteen years old. Back then, Yerevan seemed to be a slightly livelier city than it is now, but it was struggling with more problems. I remember the widespread poverty and hunger at the time, I remember the shelves glowing with emptiness, I remember prices for bread counted in the millions. Back then, the streets were full of beggars, pickpockets, prostitutes and types from under the dark star. People practically lurked around every corner just to ask someone for a handout or in worse cases to rob or kidnap someone.
In those days, as a teenager, I could barely make ends meet. I didn't know my father, as he was lost in the war, and my mother died a few months before it ended. When this happened I had virtually no one left. My grandfather, like my father, was killed in the war, my grandmother was sent to letalager for "action against humanity" (the point was that she had a large food supply), and I had not been in contact with my cousin's family for a long time (despite the fact that they also lived in Yerevan). My closest friends either refused to help me, or similarly (like my cousins) disappeared somewhere.
So in order to survive I had to act on my own. I had to steal, steal and steal again. The first time I started doing this was when I turned nine - that's when I took some beggar blind man's entire hat with coins so that I could eat something myself. He didn't even realize he had been robbed at that moment. After that, I was afraid to go back to where I found him - I didn't want to see him. However, when I was forced to go there the next day, I saw him dead. He was lying with his eyes closed inertly leaning against the threshold of an apartment building. He had traces of saliva running down from the corner of his mouth and a small fly was sitting on his left, wrinkled cheek. After that, I struggled for a long time with great remorse. However, after some time, it all passed. It seems to me that I have become accustomed to how cruel the world is and that it is always ruled by the "law of the stronger".
My work was facilitated by my childlike "innocent" height. Let's not kid ourselves - at that time, having about 135 cm, I looked more like a brat than a thief. In general, over the years things were different - once I managed to get a supply of bread for up to three days, once I was left without food for a week and was forced to eat leftovers from the street or look for dead rats. All that mattered was that I had anything to eat and drink.
And that's how months and years passed.
Once I turned seventeen or eighteen, I robbed a certain richly dressed maiden - namely, I took her fur coat. I thought that if I sold it on the black market, I would get a nice sum of money. However, just a few hours after the theft, I was caught and locked up in the custody of the local police. As it turned out, it was the wife of some officer. Then some officials came there and transported me to some building. As it turned out, it was the Regional Higher Control Commissariat. There they led me into some closed gray chamber in the basement. Apart from the fear, I don't remember much about my stay there, but now I guess that probably someone from them took it out on me for his wife, doing horrible things to me.
