Name - Maksimilian Demidov
D.O.B - 1/2/1962
Hair - Dark
Eyes - Green
Height - above 2m
Hometown - Dedovsk, USSR

4/12/ 1970 Dedovsk

Hello, My name is Maksimilian Demidov. Its my first time when I open this small diary. I what to make it becouse im bored and afraid. Dad screams again on mommy... I'm afraid. So I want to write somthing. My gramma isnt good i'm just 8 years old. Maybe I will describe my room. I have room with brother, his name is Aleks. He crys all time when dad screams, he is only 5 years old. In corner of room sits my sister Natasha. She is older, she is 14. I like her, she is nice for me and helps me in school. Its cold here... so cold... Window is broken. Dad have smash it with hand while screaming on mommy. I learn in Dedovsk elementary school. I like in there, I have nice friends there but I'm sad, dad says that we have to move out to Moscov, but I dont want to. I want to stay here *raises head and lisens to screams and yals*. Maybe time to put diary under bed and go sleep. Bye diary.

22/3/1975 Moscov

Hello diary, good to open you again *looks on ripped off pages*. Some pages are missing but its ok I think so. In school not bad, its 3 years from time when mom have died. I cant handle with it, its so hard for me. My brother dont understands it to good even. Natasha is well, like always. Long time I didnt get a leter from her when she move out from house. Dad is fine, lots of work and he is so.. how to call it... all time looks like somthing is bothering him, but I wont ask. I know how he will react on question. Couple days ago I nearly landed in jail for roaming around streets. Mostly I spend my time now on steets of Moscov. In house is so boring and with dad... more like horror... Im traing to help my lil brother in homeworks, he such a good student. When I look at him i see our mother. He have same eyes *sobs and couple of tears drips on diary making some words impossible to read* I miss her so much. Why good people as she have to die so early? Why? This question roams over my head all time and I cant find answear for it. Like hammer smashes over my brain while I tray to find it. Ehh maybe I wont be asking my self so much questions, mom did it to her self and... she got sick... People was saing that she is mad and nead go to hospital. I dont belive them, its not true and I know it. Time for me diary, time for school. See you soon

24/12/1979 Moscov

I just got phone call from dad's good friend. I bearly remember him from time when I was a kid. Dad and him was all time talking about politics and how great is USSR. I didnt lissen to this. Not for me. Now after a call I know why dad was so busy by all this time. Today he was just sended to Afganistan. War.He is a officer so it is his work. I hate him but now... I'm Afraid for him. But I'm glad for this. He dont knows that I have problems in academy. I dont want to be soldier like him. I jsut dont feel my self like this. He wasnt even happy when I got gold medal in Academy Tournament of Weight Lifting. He dont know nothing about me, I hate this fucker! But one I konw for sure, I wont be soldier like him.

11/11/1984 Moscov

I'M so happy today! My lil brother, God what I'M saing he is not lil now! He is a huge man and awesome boxer. And I'M proud of him! He won today! He is now a Moscov boxing champ in heavy weight! I cant wait to tell that to our sis, but where is she now.. thats a good question, I dont have contact with her, im afraid that somthing have happend to her, I have just bad feeling. Today also I have meet nice person, Vladimir. He looks a lil bit odd, maybe becouse he is all time like... hmmmm how to call it, daydreaming? Maybe this word is good to describe him. He told me somthing about new order in Russia but I didnt belive in it, he told me also that when Communism will end he have some work for me. WHat work he can have for guy like me? I ended two years of military academy and now im studing english literature... and I work in local school as teacher.. yeah I know its stupid, I'm a gym teacher or how you can call that. Its boring work but I like it, I love to see my students to lift weights. Heh I feel now more younger... damn this time runs so fast for me...

5/4/1985 Moscov

This letter was like a dark sad crow. My dad, someone who I hated but also loved... died in some damn country. Fucking Afgans! I hate them now more that I have even thought. I cant pull my self together. I just cant. Sad day, so sad for me. Again I have seen Vladimir. Like always he was odd but also nice for me, he likes me and I like him. My lil bro have join then army. I'm only afraid that he wont end like our father. Dead in some shithole... Oh I forget to tell you diary, I got letter from my sister, she is now in France. I'm so happy for her!

7/5/1985 Moscov

God no! I got letter from army... And guess wat? I ended two years of military academy.. so they need me in Afganistan. I have plain in two days, I dont want to go there! I hate that place. I'm afraid... I dont know what I will do now, but I cant panic.

9/8/1985 Somewhere in Afganistan

I feel weird. I have shot a man today. I seen by my PSO-1 scope attached on my loved Dragunov how some man head have just blow up. Blood... its awesome view. View of death. You feel like God when index finger gently pulls down on triger and someone dies... Its...nice

1/1/1987 Somewhere in Afganistan

Sasha had camera today. We made some short films about war here. Sasha want to be a movie producer when war will ends. Good idea, he is good at this work. His photos and how he love o make movies. He will be a great artist. I know that.

2/1/1987 Somewhere in Afganistan

Today we made a movie, a weird one. One of our boys have cut off head of some Afgan civilian... we made a movie when he does it. I dont know why but we liked this movie. Was so real.. was so good. I cant explain this but we had so much fun making this movie. When you see how someone dies in front of you, and you also film it normaly you would puke, but not we.. we love it

15/2/1989

We have pull out from Afganistan... We are happy, we are alive. End of hell for us. My backpack is full of movies, I need to see them all!

8/12/1991 Moscov

Day have come and I didnt belive it will happen. Its end of Communism and end of USSR. I dont what to think, maybe I'm worried maybe not. Fuck it.

23/6/1994 Moscov

I have a meeting with Vladimir. He have seen movie from war, he like them. He says that I'm a good man for his work. I dont know that he wants really from me.

25/6/1994 Moscov

Vladimir have calld me today and we had a small talk about work. He bought me a suit. Its nice, It had to cost a fortune. He gave me also a gun. American one. It looks nice, Its Colt 1911. Awesome weapon. He wants me to guard his house on outskirts of Moscove. We was there. Huge mansion. Other guys are there also, some of them I even know from Afgan.

12/4/1995 Moscov

Work for Vlad is good. Good money, good vodka also, I have now a car and small house on my own. People talk that he is a mafia member. Maybe but its not my shit. We drive him on meetings and some dinners with officers and politics. My brother is all time in army, he is a good officer now. I'm proud of him so much.

29/6/1995 Moscov

Today when we was driving Vlad to some dinner, a car have hit in us and pull down from street, guys had AK's and startet to shot at us. Like in Afgan again... He quickly have jump out from car and fired back. Guys was amatours... and now they bite dirt from other side. Vlad was happy from our work he said that he are good soldiers.

20/8/1999 Moscove

Nothing new all time in my life. I work all time for Vlad.

11/6/2005 Moscove

Vlad is in jail... short life of mafia.. good that he didnt tell about us and what he have did for him. I have seen Sasha again. He wants me to work with him, he told somthing about movies. It can be good work

3/12/2005 Somewhere in Russia

*view from camer. Some voice says to Maksimilian "man look, she moves, fuck kill her! We dont have time". Maks aprouches girl that lays on floor of some old barn all in blood and hit her with hammer couple of times in head, opening her skull. "Ewww that was nice man.." movie ends*

2/3/2006 Somewhere in Russia

*camera traces man that crawls over ground without one hand. Other masked man stands over him and raises above head old fire axe. Swings it down and axe hits wounded man in neck, chopping off his head*

12/12/2007 ST. Petersburg

I need to run from Russia. Cops are after me and Sasha. They are after us for this movies.. Snuff ones.. we made them long time. We sold them and made a good money. NExt stop United Kingdom.

20/9/2008 London, UK

Fuck, MI5 in UK is after me. They know about my connections with mafia and making snuff movies. I need to run also form here. I cant breath I feel like animal on hunt. I got someone who can take me to USA in safe way. Maybe there I will be safe from cops.

30/4/2009

Nearly a year when I'm in USA now. I roam over states, make some money from small works. Thanks God I have green card. So i can sit here all I want. It seem for me that USA is a place of huge money and easy to make it! I got some contact with Russian friend here in USA. I askt him where to go. Maybe he knows some good place to stay. He directed me to some city, I cant even whrite name of it... english is so fucking hard even when you are here so long. OK diary go back to backpack becouse we have 5 min to bus.

*Old bus drives toward some state road while dark haird Russian reads some book. On dirty cover of book you can bearly see title of it "Roadside Picnic" His green eyes looks up and sees old road sign saing "Hathian - 10 miles". He pushes book to his backpack and streaches him self on sit waiting when journey will end...