I'm A Hero.

He didn't answer... the answer is obvious... The mercenary earns money for killings, etc. Not for a noble cause – for defending the Motherland – but for money... Money is evil...

Everyone does what they enjoy and what they are good at. A craft is no worse than any other profession. As a side effect, a mistake can lead to death, so the risk balances out any negative moral accusations.

Money is needed for survival. The more money, the better you can improve your environment. If you don't need it, give it to me) all of it.

And this phrase shows how consumerist dogmas were instilled in your head. Finally, the bloody totalitarian tyrant has been overthrown, and the people are moving towards a paradise existence – a civilized democracy and the opportunity to buy a "Snickers" chocolate bar together with cheap Chinese slippers instead of the required "Moscow Komsomolets." A true consumer paradise.

I am a patriot.
P.S. And I don't want to go to the army, I don't want to lose my mind. I'm a cunning patriot.

This all-encompassing love for the Motherland, within which one doesn't even want to go to the army, reeks of that notorious квасной patriotism. The same kind that drunkards in the courtyard boast about, loudly cursing kitchen dissidents who drink port wine.
And the nickname is not Alexei, but Alex. A capitalist nickname, Western brainwashing. This is what happens when children in essays on a free topic and in imaginary games in the sandbox create an image of a superhero for themselves, calling him John or Ultraman, and not Vanya.

ready to give away an apartment in exchange for a beer can that was run over by a limousine of this band

No. Schoolchildren and slackers living off their parents would not do that.

Even if we set aside all the lofty feelings, there remains sex, which is fundamentally necessary for an adult.

I'm reading it correctly:)