Hello everybody!

To begin with, the world has not correctly formed an opinion about the Russian people.

It's not about politics.
It will be about who I am and where from, my hobbies and the whole way from the beginning to the present day.
After reading my post, maybe you will start to think differently about me and my compatriots.
In advance I apologize for the probable mistakes, the English language is at the study stage.
So. Good day to all!

It's me!
Today I joined Steemit and this is my story about what it's like to be Russian.
My name is Vladimir or simply Vova. I'm 25 full years old. Let’s go.
I was born and grew up in the northern Caucasus in the midst of the 90s, right after the collapse of the USSR. To say that we lived badly is not to say anything. My mother had to get up at 4 am just in time to take turns for milk. It was almost impossible to get chicken eggs, so we ate very, very modestly. The brightest and colorful memories were those where on the birthday of one of the relatives could bring a can of Coca-Cola.
From 1994 to 1996, the Chechen campaign lasted, and in this connection it became very, very unsafe in my hometown.

Probably, in this connection, my mother did not allow me to walk after she darkened up. The echo of the war lasted a long time and its echoes can be met to this day. In the meantime, Mr. Putin came to power and life began to improve. I repeat, it's not about politics.
By the time I was already in school and the first 4 classes was an example for the whole class. I was dressed in my only school suit and a single shirt, but I always walked clean and studied perfectly. For some reason, I did not want to lie on the floor with a bunch of classmates. After I got into secondary school after class 5, I began to learn worse, I assume that his role in this matter was: the divorce of parents because of the father's departure from the family and the death of the class teacher (in Russian schools one teacher is attached to each class, Mathematics or the Russian language and is responsible for the progress and behavior of students).

After these events, my character and attitude towards learning changed a lot. I practically stopped attending school, about 80% of classes I went through without any exaggeration. Despite this, I continued to play sports. I was engaged in football for 6 years, then I became addicted to acrobatics and dropped my football, after my love for acrobatics I grew into a love for "break dancing".

In training for the break dance, I lived and grew up, giving away completely loving pursuits. Oh, how many bruises and injuries had to be experienced during all the years of this amazing dance.
Toward the end of the school I was taught to smoke cigarettes, and I finally deteriorated.
After graduating from high school, I escaped from there. All summer I could not decide where to go, what college? I chose between three professions: Cook confectioner, Acting (I had the talent to deceive people that I could become an actor) and the Programmer. After spending the whole summer with friends on the river, I realized that the set was already closed for cooks, there were no acting schools in the vicinity of 700 km. It remains only to go to the programmer, where I moved.
To say that I started to go to college is to lie. I changed a lot because of the new "friends". The main number of classmates were "the children of the Caucasus,"
not only Caucasians, but also Russian guys who tried to speak with a Caucasian accent and behave simply aggressively. To the best of my kind and sympathetic nature, I was drawn into an adventure that made me part of the adult and close in me. I stopped being a sociable hooligan and became an antisocial person. I found salvation in the world of warcraft. And plunged there for a long 5-6 years, continuing to skip school. On the 4th course (7-8 semester) of the college. We will advise you what you need. I got a job at the first job. By the way that day I turned 18 years old (in Russia material liability comes in 18). While working I helped my mother support myself and my brother, who was studying at the university far from home.
The work was not dusty, I was a system administrator and an administrator for clients in an internet cafe. Was the salary small? No, it was insignificant. I received 4000 rubles a month ~ $ 67, it's about 3 cents per hour.

But nothing, this was enough for a pack of the cheapest cigarettes a day. Of course, I began to look for an alternative source of income (but I do not know how to do anything, because I did not go to school and college at all, and only knew how to cheat). I learned how to forge a report on the income of an Internet cafe, for some reason it was displayed in .txt, and it was not difficult to change several lines in the document. In this way I managed to make up to $ 30 in black cash a day. The life was better, but it's not every day and life is still not enough. Not to mention the amusements that you so much want in these years.
After the Internet cafe was not cost-effective and it was closed, I probably played a role in this.
I had to look for a new job. Three months later I found myself a caretaker (a caretaker, a night guard without weapons) to an enterprise that sells and maintains medical equipment. Having met there with the right people in a month, I was already engaged in sales. We paid tolerably from $ 200 to $ 1500 per month, depending on how many sales you made and profits brought. But on average this is $ 400 per month or $ 1.6 per hour. I worked there for 6 years without a vacation or a sick leave. In the last year of work there, I managed to re-qualify myself as an engineer in medical technology. Responsibility has greatly increased, the working day has increased to 12 hours a day, and incomes have fallen. For this year I learned the entire school and university course in physics and programming. Because of what incredibly tired, but gained a profession. After the change of leadership, regular scandals began, and I went back to wander back to the labor market and spent everything that I managed to save in order to realize my blue dream - moving to the US. After six months of wandering, I moved to Krasnodar,

where, after 2 months of job search, I settled into a similar organization, only with a different direction and scope, where I still work. Now everything is a little worse than I expected, but there are also bright sides. I'm married, I have a cat, 2 parrots and a turtle.




Many things have changed in my life, except for the dream of moving to the US.

Thank you for reading to the end!
In the future I will try to make interesting posts and stories.
Good luck to all, guys!