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Dragoslav

Dragoslav, shabby man lives, and now war.
Before the war, Dragoslav lived quite modestly. It was not his home, he had to sell to pay the loan, he lived on the job, in forestry, in the Reserve. He earns his living by a little but he missed. All his job is just to monitor the reserve, there the protection of animals and poachers fishing. It seemed such a routine would be bored, but Dragoslav was quite pleased. But the peaceful life was brought to an end when the first sounded headlines and radio stations, about what the civil war began.
The war has destroyed the harmony and tranquility in Dragoslav life. Immediately after the war Dragoslav was on the street, without a job, and even any means of subsistence. Artelleriysky fire destroyed the sanctuary and burned it to the ground, together with the security tower, where he lived Dragoslav.
Being literally at the bottom, Dragoslav decided to Pogoren taxes, with the hope that the foresters with extensive experience will be useful in the city, at least an observer in the zoo or in the park. But without documents it never took off and exposed. He had to beg, borrow milostni sleeping on the street, eating at a homeless shelter, and even steal. But soon the orphanage in which Dragoslav come for free soup and tea, sheltered him to her, finding a place for it. And like life again began to come back to normal, but the war was not enough ... She came in Pogoren ...
City was besieged and then all got into the "dead" blockade. Pogorenya Communication with the outside world exploded. Start cutting prodovlstviya disadvantages. But Dragoslav having a house in the shelter did not complain of lack of food or heat. It's all arranged. But the war has not calmed ... it was not enough ...
One day, when returning from Dragoslav public works, shell hit directly to the shelter. The explosion destroyed the building to the ground, and all those who were in it filled up with debris and shrapnel flogged. And soon the front and all came on in the city. Now Drgoslavu remains one - to survive ... but how? It is a matter of secondary importance .. thing not to sink to the level of filth and be a man ... that it is very difficult to do, even in peacetime.