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Lyosha V. Alanjak

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age: 26
status: single
job: truck driver

PostSubject: Lyosha V. Alanjak — it's not about the destination. it's about the journey.    Mon 4 Dec - 22:54

FULL NAME
Lyosha Volodyovitch Alanjak
age
26
STATUS
single
NATIONALITY
Russian
GROUP
locals
COMPLEXION
rather light golden skin
WEIGHT
70kg without the leg
HEIGHT
1m81
HAIR
short, black, undercut.
EYES
almond-shaped black eyes
personality

Lyosha is a rather cheerful, carefree person. He doesn’t mind being other people, but also likes being on his own, so long hours of driving don’t really bother him. Even with a missing leg, he still likes to exercise and take long walks in the forest. Having lived his whole life in and around Oymyakon, he knows the forest and the tundra like the back of his hand. He likes to fish and pick berries and even has a small patch of vegetables in his garden. Overall, he enjoys the small things of life like drinking, eating and taking long trips in the tundra or in the forest. He knows pretty much everyone around town, and is rather famed for his humour and generosity. Even though he’s an overall nice guy, he’s a bit of a player. His rugged charm and numerous scars might have an effect on the ladies (and maybe some gentlemen as well?), but he values his freedom above all. He’s not hostile to the idea of committing someday, but for now he just wants to enjoy being on his own, driving for days on end to Yakoutsk or Oust-Nera and sleeping in his truck. He doesn’t make a lot of money, but that’s all right because most of what he eats and uses is cheep, old, or things he’s restored himself. For food, he smokes his own fish and meat, and eats his own vegetables most of the time. He only buys what he needs to buy. When he’s not on the road or in the forest, you will most of the time find him at the inn or karaoke, talking loudly to people and laughing at his own jokes. Actually, even if he might seem like the silent type to someone that doesn’t know him well, once he’s adopted you, you won’t stop him from talking over and over. He’s a welcoming and warm person, but enjoys his privacy and likes to take time for himself to learn new things or take as many naps as humanely possible. Helpful, he will never, or almost never, refuse to lend a hand for any task he’s skilled for, so if you need help building a house, repairing a boat or catching an escaped reindeer, he’ll be happy to help. His philosophy is basically that he likes to have fun, and doesn’t have time to do what he doesn’t want to do. He’s a simple guy with simple taste and is, most of the time, in a good mood, ready to lend a hand or listen to people’s problems, as long as he gets to rest at home with a nice plate of food when he’s done.

STORY

On the 1st of October, 1991, a baby boy was born to Volodya and Zocha Alanjak. Volodya was an evenki hunter, who had met Zocha during a supply trip to Oymyakon, and had left his tribe to live with her. Even though Volodya was a man of the forest, for whom Oymyakon was the biggest city he could bear living in, Zocha longed for a life in a less isolated place, a place where she could “be someone.” She was twenty-five when she got Lyosha, but at twenty-seven, she left to go to Moscow. Volodya never got any news from her, but he guessed she had gone to try and become a choregrapher. So after she left, he raised their son on his own, cutting some lumber and going back and forth to Yakoutsk, delivering the supplies to feed himself and Lyosha.

The boy was a cheerful kid, and the lack of money never seemed to bother him. He would wear patched up clothes and his dad’s old chapkas without ever minding. He wasn’t much into fashion anyway, since his favourite things to do were running wild in the forest and yomping around the village, ready to do any kind of nonsense, even if it would get him in trouble. He was an okay student, but not that great, but that wasn’t really important. If he had been able to live in the forest with the animals, he would have done just that. Even though his mother sent him cards on his birthday, she never said where she was living or asked him to visit her. So he never went. And he didn’t mind that much, since, as he was the cutest child, the women in Oymyakon loved him and  took care of him like he was their son. When his father was away on long trips, he would either stay alone at home with dozens of tupperwares of food, or would even stay at his neighbour’s houses. He was rather well liked by everyone and enjoyed spending time with people, but he didn’t mind being on his own. His father would take him on long trips in the forest on in the trundra, and taught him everything he knew about the fauna and the flora.

Starting when he was twelve, Lyosha began to ask about going on his own, when his father wasn’t there. Of course, the answer was always no, even as he grew more insisting, Volodya explaining every time that he was too young and that the wilderness was dangerous. At first, Lyosha obeyed his father, but after a few years, he grew too impatient. One time his father was away, he decided to skip school and go for one or two days on his own in the forest. He knew that his father was only gone for four days, tops, and that he would definitely learn about it from his teacher, but he figured he could pretend he’d been sick, and then he would avoid getting grounded or anything like that. He packed his things, and left. It was around september, and the weather was rather nice. Walking in the fields and among the trees was a truly blissful experience.

So happy to be on his own in this paradise, the teenager forgot to check for tracks, and after a couple days, as he was about to go home, found himself face to face with a couple of bear cubs. He had mistakenly stepped in bear territory. It only took a couple minutes before the mama bear was there, next to him, ready to kill whatever was endangering her babies. And that thing was Lyosha. Of course, he tried making himself look as big as possible and screaming at the beast, but she wasn’t having it. He tried slowly backing away but she kept walking towards him, clawing at the ground with her paws and groaning. He wasn’t sure what to do. Play dead? But he was still near the nest and she might still want to defend her cubs. He knew he was in great shape and decided to take a chance and try to get out of her sight as fast as he could. So he ran. She ran after him at first, but it was obvious she didn’t want to get away from her babies. He was really lucky and, realising that, he got distracted again. And that’s how he fell into a ravine. His leg broke in several places, the bone piercing the skin as his limbs were crushed against the rocks. A broken branch also pierced through his flank but, as he would know later, without touching any of his vital organs.

Somehow, he was lucky. He should probably have died. He got deep cuts in several places and lost a lot of blood, his leg swelling by the minute. He could barely move a limb, but managed to get himself somewhere slightly sheltered. There was no way he could go home now. He was in an unbearable pain, but somehow the worst was how stupid he felt. If he survived, he could never face his father. He spent hours crying and, at some point, realised he was probably going to die there. He still had some protein bars in his backpack, and managed to stuff them down his throat. This was giving him one, two days at least. The main thing keeping him from crawling back towards a more taken path was his leg, bent in several weird, unnatural angles. He thought about cutting it off with his knife, but he didn’t know where the arteries were and, quite frankly, he didn’t have the courage to do it. He stayed there for two days, and at the dawn of the third day, finally, as he was getting completely dehydrated, famished, and his leg had already started to rot away, he heard a familiar voice calling for him.
Volodya had been back and, not finding his son home, had quickly realised what had happened. The whole village went on a search for him and, somehow, probably, again, thanks to blind luck, his father had found him. Lyosha screamed to the top of his lungs with what energy he had left, and he was brought back to the village, which took almost one more day. Most of his wounds weren’t too serious, but there was nothing to do for his leg. It had been crushed into a bloody mush that was already infected, and it had to be cut off. There was nothing to do. They even brought him to Yakoutsk by helicopter, which he might have enjoyed if he hadn’t been so high on morphine. So then, just like that, the leg was gone.

At first, it felt like the worst thing that could ever happen. Lyosha was bedridden and if, for a few days, he didn’t mind and even enjoyed the naps, after a while it became a waking nightmare. He couldn’t go outside for long, wobbling on his crouches, and he hated it. He hated it so much that, at some point, his father started hating the situation. It became so bad that Volodya decided to do something he would never have done normally. He asked his wife for help. He knew where she was and was sending her his son’s letters, even though he respected her will to be left alone. And Zocha did the honorable thing. She came to visit. And she didn’t come alone. Her living partner was a renowned doctor, and he had contacts. Lots of contacts. Things didn’t go as bad as they could have. Of course, at first, Lyosha didn’t want anything to do with his mother. But then, after a few days, he started to warm up to her, especially when he realised his father had moved on. At 15, the teenager was a hothead, but not a complete idiot. It might be the only time in his life he would get a chance to spend time with his mother. When she left, it was with the promise to return someday, and even though the young man wasn’t sure if she’d be truthful, he didn’t really mind that much.

After a couple months, they got something delivered. Something rather big. Actually, something leg-sized. It was one of the most recent types of prostheses. It fitted perfectly. And, most importantly, it allowed the boy to do everything he was doing before almost normally. Of course, the scars still hurt sometimes, but that wasn’t the most important. The most important was going back into the forest. As the years went back, every time there was a new improvement in the field of prostheses, Lyosha would get a delivery from Moscow. It was his mother’s way of taking care of him, somehow. On the other hand, he was getting more fit and muscular, to compensate for his missing leg. Once High school was finished, he decided to do just like his father, and drive trucks. Around 21, he bought for a handful of coins an old house just outside the village, a triangular one surrounded by trees and flowery bushes. It was small, and wasn’t even insulated at first, but it was his home. He made it viable mostly by himself, painting it, insulating it, and giving it an independent electric generator. The heating was a normal wood stove and in the summer, as he turned of the main parts of the generator, there was only cold water. But he didn’t mind and was actually just fine this way. He figured that someday he might meet a nice girl and start a family and have to leave this tiny triangle house, but for now, he was perfectly fine living there on his own, sometimes with a lady friend for a couple days or a couple weeks, but rarely more. What he really needed was being in the middle of the wilderness.

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alias : lonelymoonyouth
age : 23
comments : well, this is my place so eh.



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