The Man in the Woods

Chapter 1

                           Year 2019

Here i'm! Flying back from Russia to my country where i was born and raised up. Where my fourteen years of childhood was spent. Where i had learnt the first seeds of the knowledges about life. Where i have learnt to be a leader in everywhere, to be a voracious learner of everything around me, to embrace the confrontations in life and to be able to observe myself, my reaction from aside when those confrontations are sometimes turned out to be tougher than usual. To find out my fractures during those confronttations while observing myself from aside. After that, to analyze those fractures and make it to disappear next time. Thus, to be more perfect, wiser, resilient after each of those confrontations. These abilities have helped me to establish myself as a winner in this life. To live every minute of this life fully, till each corner of it. I have master degree from International relations institute of Moscow. Nevertheless, i have not followed my major profession in my career. I have a security firm which provides security servises to various worldwide company branches in Russia. Currently, i have totally seven contracts with the companies like Prospy Oil, Pressure Well Servives, Pink Gas Production. My firm provides security services in two shifts with 130 guards in total. This is just a beginning. I presume, in five years our contract list will be twice more as it is now. This is just a three years way beginning of something landmark. I'm flying with my friend called Alisa. She was born into this beautiful world 6 years after me. I'm 33, she is 27 currently. I have never ever have taken any of my, so called girlfriends with me anywhere, even to my homecountry. But, i like to talk to some them. To talk about my life. Especially, to talk about my life in the village where i was born. They don't seem interested sometimes. As once a man told me. "Women don't like to much attention. You have to keep them hungry about yourself". As i tell them about my childhood , they feel the attention and special care towards themselves. Thus, they begin to feel special internally while being around me. And as i feel it from each of them , my passionate slows down by degree. That kills the prolificity of sexual encounter. Alisa was the first who listened to me very carefully and even asked the questions. She is smarter than  the others whom i have dealt with. In fact, she has bachelor degree in human psychology. She loves the to chat too. She likes intellectual talks. She would never have dated a man with no intelligence regardless to his material capacity. Again, as once a man has told me "Russian woman can get to the level of orgasm besides intelligent man even without having a sex". Hence, i decided to take Alisa with me. I live in Nizhnevartovsk district, Khanty–Mansi Autonomous Okrug, Tyumen Oblast. Samotlor Field , the largest oil field of Russia and the sixth largest in the world is in there.This is the reason why many international oil companies have busted their paths to there.How i have moved there with my family, is another story which i will tell you. Let's stick still to this part of story?  Alisa is from Moscow. I have met her in there. I live in Nizhnevartovsk district, but i'm obliged to go to Moscow due to the jobs that i control. I have met Alisa accidently during one of my job related visits. I was in my homecountry exactly ten years ago when i was twenty three years old. At those times i just came from the military service and had no money. I had gone there with my uncle and his family. This time i'm going there like a complete grown man who had to overcome many obstacles in his life and made a small fortune at least for now. This time i have a mission! A very important mission of fulfilling a man's last favor who had shared his life secrets with me and revealed me many sheer life gospels during one year of friendship between us when i was exactly 12 years old, skinny, shy boy without courage. "You are gloomy today. What's wrong? You should be very happy. You are going back to your homecountry" Alisa tells me as i'm staring out of the plane window inside the business class cabin. I have told her about my childhood, but not everything. I just have described her the scenery of the place and living conditions in there. Nothing more! I don't reply to her questions. Turn my head towards the window and keep staring. Deep inside i'm very happy. I'm going to my home , a little village in northern part of Azerbaijan called Guramba.
             
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Guramba was a village of with 1500 inhabitants at those times. Almost all of them were relatives. There were many fights among the residents nonetheless. Fight between uncle and cousin, fight between father-in-law and son-in-law was usual in there. Once a nephew broke his uncle's (his mother's brother) jaw and subsequently had to spend 3 years in jail. He was released and after three days ,broke his uncle's jaw again. He was sent to prison for 7 years this time. When he was asked why he had broken his uncle's jaw twice, he said first time was an accident, second time he did that because, his uncle congratulated him over the freedom that, he finally had reached. People usually got married from the village of itself. My family was exception. My mother Nisa  was from another neighbor city. She was completly stranger for the locals in the village. She and my father had got acquainted when he worked as a teacher of Geography in that neighbor city right after the graduation. A few years later they transfered him to our school. It was situated at the entrance of the village. We had to go almost a kilometre road each day to school. My father Adik was a very serious, gloomy man. He did not like risks, hated the people who breached the rules of both sociaty and the government. He was vice principal of our school. Seeing him around in the school put more pressure on me. I had to follow the school dissipline. My father always had tought me to be a role model for the other peers of mine. To me , he was the symbol of honesty! Always was promoting the good deeds. He was tough by charakter. Stayed away from crook people around. People respected him as enlightment figure. He drank sometimes and could not control himself when he was drunk. Therefore, he always tried to stay away from alcohol. I was an only child of the family. Honest and straight charakter was genetically transfered to me. I always told the truth, never had an intention to cheat to my peers during the outdoor games. I did not stay much outside. Maximum one hour and i always heard my mother's shriek "Robert". I had unusual name for my community in the rural area. My parents said my uncle-my father's brother Alik had called me Robert when i was born. He was 8 years younger than my father.At those times, i had never seen him. They said he had lived in Russia. He was unmarried. According to my father, he had quite satisfied financial condition. He was sending us once or twice in a year a few hundred American dollars. Money was always the problem in our house. My parents were always quarrelling because of poor material condition. "I can't be as crook, as Alik" my father used to say during those quarrels. Generally, most people in my village could barely afford to buy a sack of flour every month. After the dissolution of the Soviet Union , the country gained it's independence back. But, people were astonished after seventy years of Soviet rule. Most of the children were selling sunflower seeds at the wedding parties to support their families. "You don't have troubles like selling sunflower seeds like those kids. All i claim from you ,is dissipline and good academic results at school" My father used to say almost every day. He had been acting as vice principal for 5 years. The principal himself was going to retire finally. It was 1998 and at that year he was waiting very unpatiently to succeed the principal after his retirement. I was 12 years old at that year.