October 14th, 2074 Day 12 of living in Moscow. Today was supposed to be normal... Today, I learned many a thing... Today... I had to Murder my родители, or as Americans say, parents... Death... Oh, Death... Is this the life chosen by you? Oh, God... Why must a pathetic boy as I, one who is... As Americans say, 'Junior' in education, be called to do such horrid acts? God... Oh God... Death... Oh, oh Death... Death has many methods to harvest his fruit. There is starvation. Thirst. Dying of the cold. Animal attacks. Car accidents. Murder... Death's methods are all up to date... His scythe never sharpening, for it never needs to... Today, I found that, like the changing of seasons, Death also changes... He has a new method... Today... Death has grown lazy. For he now makes his fruit... Cold. He makes his fruit hug each other for warmth.... But here is where Death truly changes... For his harvest is one of where fruit pluck another fruit, and the plucked fruit plucks another fruit. Death has grown lazy, by making fruit grow cold... The seasons change... Fall, to Winter... A rest period to harvest season... And like seasons... Like Death... Humans must change... Today... I... Feel so cold... - Kazimir Zhakarov. Cover pic gained from Pinterest. owo" All characters go to their respective owners, except Kazimir, 'cuz he mine~ Yes, that means this Story has characters from other people.