RP biography of a medic

Place of residence: San Andreas, Education: Higher Medical. My childhood, I was born in the city, lived there for only 7 years, after we decided to move to the city of my mother worked in the editorial office of Liberty News. And my father was a simple army subcretor G. My family and I lived in abundance, nothing needed. When I was 9 years old, my father sent a proposal to transfer to the army "Area 51".

Father and mother argued about this proposal, but still persuaded her to move. And so my story began in San Andreas. Later I was sent to school, where I studied all 11 classes. Later I was sent to a medical college. Having studied there for 4 years, I received the title of surgeon. Medical years T. But one day, I went to the call. On the way, my car broke.

I tried to fix the car, but I could not. I called the mechanic. He towed me to the car. While he was repairing the car, I drove to the medical center after another car. I went to the same challenge, but it was too late. She died. They gave me the last chance. I went to calls and treated old old women. And then, I was tired of this work and I left of my own free will.

And so my career ended. The beginning of a career at LV News then our father quit the Area 51 army and went to the news edition with me.

In the same where my mother worked. She agreed to make me and my dad in different positions. Then ch. And so he put my dad on the editor and me on the photographer. And we worked until Vlad left the post of Ch. Behind him to the post of ch. Then I left the news edition with my family. The last years of my life request, I went to the army "Area 51". There I received the title of ml. There were difficult moments, such as a shootout with the Taliban.

Many good soldiers died. Once, together with the detachment, we walked through the pass, suddenly rain collapsed over us. We hid in a house that was not far from us. One of the Taliban aimed at us with RPG, but for some reason the rocket crashed uphill. We fell asleep with stones. I tried to get a walkie -talkie, which I managed. I called reinforcements.

In that shootout I broke only my leg, my captain lost his hands. Others were simply shot. Through the gap, I suddenly saw my friend cut my throat. Then I served 5 years in the Area 51 army and returned home. My parents were slaves that I returned intact and nevarid.