I start my story not from my first campaigns into the unknown, but only from my arrival in Fort Aleksandrovsk: from that time on, we become "leavers" - people, if not forever, then for a long time deliberately left their native land. What pushed us into an unknown distance? Every honest Russian person who survived the "bloodless revolution" cannot understand the reasons for this: communism is not to our liking and the new parasites did not want to give up either the labor of their hands or their blood. Our path was heavy, but it is not over. Where will fate throw us again? - unknown. Now, like most Russians, we only exist, for which we hope and are fully aware that further depends least on ourselves.