Butcher, a man of few words, suddenly offering comfort, felt unexpected yet utterly credible.
And with the strong alcohol, the oppressive atmosphere quickly dissipated a lot.
Under the influence of vodka, everyone began to tell their own stories...
Butcher's family had run a slaughterhouse for three generations, but due to mining pollution, the livestock industry in his small town was devastated, and his family's business collapsed as a result.
Butcher has a son and a daughter; his son attends university in St. Petersburg and his daughter boards at her aunt's in St. Petersburg.
Originally, Butcher didn't want to be a mercenary. He worked at a slaughterhouse, but the meager income, low spirits, and a hopeless life led his wife to go to St. Petersburg alone, working there while supporting their son's education.
