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The "Djinn" agency – step into its shoes!

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The problem with the Wolf is that he endures, and allows his parents, or rather, his phone, to do whatever they want with him, just like some people do with cigarettes.
All it takes to breathe freely is to cut the strings.

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Also, about PACIFISM.
You've been raised to be expendable since childhood.

Your mother used to tell you, "Vasya, be careful, there are some guys hanging out near the entrance." At school, teachers would repeat, "If you see a group of people, cross to the other side." You were taught not to make eye contact. It might anger someone. You might get hit. Beaten. Maimed. Defiled. Even 15 years ago, you were taught to be afraid. You grew up a coward, and you think it's normal. Because you're surrounded by other cowards. They'll hit you, and you'll run away, wetting your pants.

You were forbidden to carry a knife. You were told that you would be cut with your own weapon. And if, God forbid, you hurt someone, you'll be caught and imprisoned. You'll have problems. Along with the hysterical wailing of the elders, you absorbed the main moral of your miserable life: avoid problems. Hide, run away, look around. The main thing is not to get caught by the police. The main thing is not to get expelled from school. When you face a problem, your legs give way. When you hear about the problems of others, you laugh. And at the same time, you tremble.

You were taught to respect and obey your elders. And while they were drinking cheap wine, swearing, and dreaming of a new car and a balcony at their dacha. You absorbed these goals into yourself. Only you have even less brains than they do, and your ambitions are many times greater. On this basis, do you consider yourself a highly spiritual person? You're a loser, not a person. A cowardly, helpless loser.

Since childhood, you were taught that your people are nothing, and you should live only for yourself. For an apartment, a car, and a balcony at the dacha. That's how you forgot about your loved ones, about your blood. You despise your own people, even though you are a part of them. You are an eggplant, ripening in a field among millions of exactly the same vegetables.

Then you grew up and became a programmer or a manager. You sit in the office and earn your 1500 bucks. Your parents are proud of you. But what will you do when you have to defend your family? What will you do when a brazen "jigit" starts hitting on your wife? Will you wet your pants? What will you do when your son is beaten by Caucasians? Will you tell him to stay away from that bad neighborhood? Will you call the police, who will just laugh at you?

What will you do when pensioners are deprived of their last benefits? When utility prices double? When you find out that more than a million migrants have entered Russia in the past year, while the number of Russians has decreased by a million? This won't bother you. You earn enough to pay for your apartment, and the fact that this is a serious blow for millions of your fellow citizens doesn't interest you.

That's how you'll live your whole life. If you're lucky, you'll earn enough for an apartment and raise your children the way you were raised. And meanwhile, the education and healthcare systems, which are already on their last legs, will be completely destroyed. The country will be populated by hordes of Asians, and your child will be an outcast in a class consisting of Magomedovs, Ibragimovs, and Samvels. When this dawns on you, it will be too late. You will blame "the authorities" for everything, but you will do nothing to stop this lawlessness. You will just look around more often, but you will endure. Because you are afraid of going to jail, you are even afraid of getting a black eye. "The clients at work won't understand."

You've been raised to be expendable since childhood. And you grew up a self-satisfied, helpless vegetable. Your end is predetermined: either you will rot on the vine, or you will be eaten. There is no third option.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.