i was born in the eighty-ninth year, oryol region, in a village called milovoye, i was 3 years old whenom and dad decided to return to their homeland, the chechen republic, where i lived until 6 years, since... in the ninety-sixth year , my brother and i woke up from a big noise, the whole two-story residential building began to shake, and we thought about it, didn’t understand at all what it was, so we ran out to the window, it it was about 4:00 in the morning, 1996, the war had begun, and my father’s brother put us on his red zhugul, we went to gudurma, the railway station, there to moscow, in moscow we were met by my father’s friends, also chechens, and we moved from moscow by train to minsk, we arrived at night, rented apartment, there we were met by this chubby, also a chechen, he sat, ate meat, as i remember, well, in the morning my brother and i jumped out into the yard to have fun and let’s roll this swing back and forth, we rolled it so much that by the evening we broke out of two swings, only one remained, that’s it ... this is how our trip from chechnya to belarus took place,