Going Into the World!

Almaty, at the southern tip of Kazakhstan, is still the capital and largest city of the former Soviet Union city. Marco, who was born in a village an hour away, was the eldest of two sons and daughters.

Marco's grandfather was originally a German soldier, who was captured in the Eastern War by the Soviet Union when the country was destroyed.

Many soldiers were taken captive to Central Asia, but Kazakhstan also had German residents who were forcibly driven out of the west to form villages during the war.

In Kazakhstan, almost one million of these Germans, with a total population of 15 million, were enormous, but the Germans who were defeated and suitable in Russia were not treated properly.

His grandfather, who had married the same German wife despite her lack of talent, gave birth to Marco's father, and he married his current mother, who said that the household was a little complicated.

Marco's grandfather always wanted to go home, but soon after he became independent, he died of illness.

When the Soviet Union was decommissioned, Marco had to go to work by the time he finished basic education, as his rations were getting harder and his society was becoming uneasy.

Marco was recognized as a young, natural worker in the back alley by his strength and strength, and the wave of change did not stand for such a small accomplishment.

In my memory, I suddenly remembered a scene where many people murmured. It was later discovered that Kazakhstan was a day of independence in the former Soviet Union.

Despite the success of the black market, most goods have long been supplied under government control. But in the cluttered years these things were not well guarded, and the shop owners had to go to Moscow to get supplies themselves. Of course, these items were sold separately at an expensive price.

At this point, Marco, who was working in a liquor store, was forced to move to Moscow with a Russian shop owner.

Although it was for a year, the owner who had been focusing on cancer transactions rather than normal sales due to the lack of alcohol supply, he wanted to be young, but silent and trustworthy, and he wanted to keep Marco stronger and more aggressive than adults.

The problem was that there were too many related merchants who came back to Moscow while doing liquor business with Marco's shop owner.

A place where supplies will be cut off in times of chaos. People flocked to Moscow and tried to buy things. It is because three or four boats can easily be sold back at this time. Competition naturally called for a fight.

Former KGB, Communist officials, and military-led forces can't stand to be made like the mainstream. Marco's owner came to Moscow less than three months later, and ran away from the merchant who believed it was a conduit.

Marco, who had quickly become an unemployed Russian in the back alley, had to live on the ground. There are thousands of Almaty in Kazakh, and I don't have the money to go back there, and I don't think there's much I can do.

It was at that time that I couldn't do something right because I was young, I wasn't from the area, and I didn't have any connections that I knew. At best, Marco was looking for an opportunity to leave others alone.

It was a good opportunity for Marco to have a mercenary date during the war in old Yugo that broke out. A group of mercenaries from a former military officer needed talented men ready to die for a large sum of money, but those with Bibil Hill had no business applying there. The gatherers pour in from all over like Marco.

The mercenaries who belonged to Marco mainly helped government factors, local talent, darkroomers or wealthy people, and they were often sold to people who wanted to clean up the hard work quickly and equipped with a trusting axe.

Saturation in the region, which began in 91 years, stopped 10 years later. Along the way, Marco was able to travel to make money from various countries, meet his current wife at the end of the war from refugee camps, and come to the United States.

There's no way you won't get blood on your hands in the war. If you don't save that experience, the best thing is to be hired by mercenaries in the United States and send them abroad, which my wife opposed. It was because I didn't want to send my husband back to that place.

I learned from an acquaintance when I couldn't help but notice that the Johnstone Group was hiring escort staff. At first, I thought, 'Is there a way to hire someone like me?' But I was wondering if the recruiters would fall over the top of the algae.

I was confident in my skills. Although I did not learn martial arts properly, I received special training from the mercenaries in my own way, and I learned a lot while participating in security and war.

Especially with eight years of practical experience, the user can outrun the target with just a single glance. The instructor said he felt alive in his eyes, but it wasn't like that, it was like that. In the battlefield.

Again, the problem was originality. There was no way a large company would hire a refugee country like itself as a bodyguard. There was also an educational stumbling block.

I was told to fall out of the guard station and later choose the guard station separately, but I was wondering if I would be paid to work as a last-minute laborer by building security. However, I was waiting in the hope that something might be different because it was a big company.

But I was given a new opportunity. It was a waste of skill, but the examiner who said he liked the silent nature was his last chance one day.

When I entered the interview hall, the atmosphere was very different from before. The first interview was a private interview, with three people sitting, and five or six standing around. In particular, it was obvious that the young man sitting in the middle was the central figure. Marco, who had experience with factor escort, had a sense of who was the taller person just by placement. People on the left and right started interviewing, according to him.

"Marco thinks he's been at war since he was too young and a little anxious."

"No, there was nothing else I could do. I just wanted to eat and live."

The sharp figure sitting on the left asks an unwelcome question. Seeing himself trying to help the house, he went to the battlefield, not something mentally unsettling. It felt a little unfair.

"Then what do you do better than others? Why should Marco be recruited if he has more peace of mind?"

"I... I could die for you if you just take care of my family."

"What??!"

After people on the left and on the right ask questions, the young man in the middle finally says, "Why should I hire you? 'Marco was able to answer right away.

At that time, the young man smiled and smiled, thinking of a silly expression. The two people sitting on the left and right were the same, especially the interviewer sitting on the left nodded, laughing as if ‘Yes, of course.'

Marco did not accept the young man's laughter as a laughingstock. So did the owner of the liquor store who liked him, and the Soviet military officer who accepted him as a mercenary.

All the talented people who worked afterwards wanted someone they could trust equally. Marco instinctively thought that even the person in front of him liked someone with a heavy mouth and blind loyalty, so he said. Of course I meant it.

Again, whether his intuition was wrong, Marco received a notification of acceptance. Later it turned out that the young man was the chairman of the Johnston Group, a very famous man. He was busy eating and living, so he didn't know him as long as he was away from the newspapers and the news.

It was very easy for Marco to train as a bodyguard for 10 years of ‘practical' experience that was completely different from others. Rather, it was difficult to learn English and basic education sitting at the head of the desk. But it was so sweet that life changed with high salary and welfare.

It was because of good training grades or because I could see it well in the interview, so I was assigned to work with others to protect you.

The chairman Marco knew was a great man. With hundreds of thousands of employees and many celebrities in newspapers and broadcasts, there was a line of reporters who wanted to meet as well as others. Moreover, despite that identity, he treated himself and others around him without hesitation.

There were a lot of good things about being a bodyguard for a high-ranking person, especially the Chairman of the Johnstone Group. Most importantly, I was able to ask the information team to find my wife's family who had been separated from the shelter, but soon after I learned that my mother-in-law and brother-in-law were in Russia.

As a child, I was taught to be loyal to the Communist Party. When I started to learn how to do things, my master told me to do. In Moscow, I did exactly what the superiors said, and when I joined the mercenaries, I did what the commander said without errors.

The same was true of the attacks in New York City. I got on a helicopter to the smoky roof, but someone had to go down and check it out first. Of course, I went down ahead, and I was able to save my wife.

It wasn't that dangerous, but I was invited to eat separately by the chairman. He told me to tell you if I have anything to ask you later, but my wife kept noticing. I hesitated because all I could do was ask, but my wife stepped out. I wanted to bring my mother-in-law and my brother-in-law.

Marco and his wife were delighted to have your permission. It is because what broke his wife's heart for a long time will soon be resolved.

His wife's family was in trouble as refugees and had to pay attention first, so they had to be satisfied to stop by Marco's house once. After returning home after 10 years, I wanted to do more, but I paid my parents and siblings some allowance and had to wait for the next.

Marco smiles as he goes home from work. It's because Marco's family was able to bring him here when he brought him here to the headquarters in Johnstone, Europe.

Although he had lived in Kazakhstan for a long time, his father thought he was German and his mother was supporting him in immigration for the future of his children. I was thinking about it for economic reasons, but the problem was solved.

At the end of the Feast of Weeks, I was delighted to have dinner with my family gathered here. I don't know when I'll be back in the States, but I wanted to enjoy these moments for a while. When I get home, everyone welcomes me. I lived apart for a long time, but my parents and brothers made me feel another family love. Blood is thicker than water.

"Hey, I saw you on TV yesterday, and you were amazing."

"Haha, no big deal."

"It's no big deal. My brother looking over and over at him, looking like James Bond, so I bragged to my friends. He's my brother."

Marco's youngest sister, who talks to him, gives him a young smile and breaks down his usual poker face.

Even Marco, who was so famous for being silent and cold, couldn't help but be with his youngest sister, because he looked cute after 10 years, especially after he had been away from home for a long time since he saw her as a newborn, and he felt sorry for him.

"You know, Leah's right. He loved it too."

"You're right. Your father is bluttier than you, but he's smiling today."

My mother accepts my brother's words and smiles and relieves my soup. Marco glances at his father, but he grimaces slightly as if he is not face-to-face.

"Khh-hmm. Let's all eat."

"Yes, I understand."

The Marco family sitting around the table was smiling with a loving atmosphere, but when the father who is the head of the household said a word, everyone stopped joking and quickly sat down. It looks like it sees well-trained soldiers, making Marco smile.

Despite stopping talking to the patriarchal father's orders, a few days ago, their 'older brother's son', which had been in the news about the opening of the 'Fire Control Center', became a topic.

Marco followed the chairman on a tight schedule, and he hadn't been in the house for days, but his sister and mother had a lot of questions.

"Marco, is the man you serve so high? What are all the generals after that?"

"Yes, brother. I wonder."

Marco's father asked, and his mother, as well as his brother, and even his sisters, looked very curious. Especially for Father and Mother, who were born under the communist regime and have been educated for half their lives, "General" was a huge being.

However, I was greatly shocked when I saw on TV the scene that Marco was escorting dozens of glowing generals from side to side.

The surprise was not all. Although I was standing with Prime Minister Shredder, the highest man in Germany, the people around me seemed to listen to him.

When his son said he was protecting the chairman of a big company, he was more than that. When I heard that he was the richest man in the world and from my second son, Bardim, I couldn't feel much emotion. The guard was a bodyguard.

However, the appearance of his son on TV a few days ago, and the Chairman of his son's visit, were far greater than I had ever imagined. The prime minister of a powerful nation like Germany seemed to be pushed away, but the situation didn't make sense because he had so many generals with stars behind him.

One thing was certain that the son guarding such a person was not just a bodyguard. I can't believe it, but a man higher than the prime minister was the president, and his son was the side guard of a man with such tremendous power.

Despite saying, "Don't worry about your eldest son," it is true that he was worried about the future when he came to Munich with his family from Kazakhstan. But when I got here, I started at home and everything was ready.

Although he was earning a lot of salary, he couldn't understand how a bodyguard or his son prepared all the things that his family needed, but it made some sense now.

"You used to be very famous in America. Those who follow you on TV are the generals leading the American troops stationed here in Germany. My group told me they were opening a center, and they came to congratulate me."

Everyone listened to Marco's explanation, but I had to explain the background, including the status of the Johnstone Group and the broad support received from American military officers, because they didn't understand what he meant. Then the family nods.

"I spoke to the owner next door yesterday, and I think this house is quite expensive. Did you tell your wife about buying this for us?"

"Marco, that's what I'm most curious about, how did you do it?"

Marco's parents had the opportunity to speak with their neighbors yesterday afternoon, and even though they were a little outside, they could see the value of the house was very high, so they were worried about their son.

"Don't worry, this is taken care of by the chairman."

"What? This house!"

"Are you sure?"

Looking at his surprised parents, Marco remembered what had happened to bring his family here and felt like something hot was coming from his heart.

I had to spend a lot of money so far to find my wife's family members who were having a harder time living. Of course, Marco had to be satisfied with the payment for his family.

However, the secretarial office first took care of how they knew about that position. Chief Crimson said that the president had given the order to lose. I thanked you again and again, but I still felt like I was missing something.

In retrospect, I have dedicated my allegiance to many people up until now, but everyone said that Marco is trustworthy, all I have to do is follow myself, that's all.

It was just used as a tool for their own purposes, and they never treated themselves as human beings who thought of themselves first, like you.

'I have to work harder to repay my kindness.'

Marco once again makes a determination with a fierce fist. You don't have to roll your head around complicated, you just have to be loyal. That's the Marco way.

Artwork Reviews

Kazakhstan, a Central Asian resource ministry, has a population of about 17 million, of which only 63 percent are Kazakhs.

Russians (24%) are multiracial communities with various races including Uzbek, Ukraine, Uighur, Tartar and Germany. The Russian space station is here, and especially during the Cold War space race, there were a lot of Russians. of course, oil was part of it.

During World War II, many Germans in Russia were forced into forced labor, claiming to be the impurity molecules of their enemies. Many of them were abandoned in Central Asia, and Kazakh was no exception. In one article, it turns out that a lot of people died in harsh environments.

In addition, many of the millions of Germans who were stationed at the eastern front after the war were taken prisoner, and they were also put on trains to Central Asia.

According to the records, Kazakhstan has (mostly) 1 million German residents and former soldiers who were forced to settle in Kazakhstan. Since Kazakhstan became independent of the Soviet Union in '91, many have left and are now only 250,000.

Late '80s when Russia was opening up. The German ministry passes a bill that gives citizenship to all Germans abroad, and many Germans in Eastern Europe, Russia and Central Asia return home.

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I had no idea there were female readers, by the way, and the writer was so surprised. Probably because of the prejudice of Noble male readers, but I'm just going to do it. I've already run this far, so I'm just going, "Chug!"

In the last comments, I wrote before and after 150-160, and it's already 230. Around 200, some people asked me to write about 20 more, and I told them to finish, and that was also a lie.

Right now, there's only one thing left to fight against a new enemy, and the writer doesn't know if it's the last one, or if it's the next one. I'll just finish it when I'm done. I wanted to use the Great Khan Empire to finish quickly, but this is still my first work... I want to close with ease.