recently, as a war invalid, nikolai petrikov received from the authorities of the bosnian autonomy republikath serbia, a small apartment in a house for veterans. come on, come on, and he lives in it now with his smila and cat. here i am. mother, me! hello, you are meeting guests , she understands russian, she tells me, nikolai met smilaya after the bosnian war, he came to the town of Šamac, right on the border with croatia, to clear the balkan fields, well, i say, hostess, i wish it were closer here i would like to rent an apartment, but the only thing left from my past life was an old cigarette case, a former warrant officer in the airborne forces in the early nineties, along with other soviet officers. he wrested independence for the bosnian muslims with his blood, so his hometown remained in serbian autonomy, the president's house has been preserved. they were brought together into the united nations on the initiative of stalin, rooseville and churchel, and the first commandment was, the borders no longer change, which means they are under the sun, all their criteria and all their laws, i