I never thought I'd be capable of murder. Reflecting on the situation, it wasn't technically murder. I never meant to kill Sergei Laznikov and his brother Yuri. Technically, they killed each other. I merely instigated the car crash that brought about their deaths.
My name is Alina Linskaya, and this is my story.
The Baikal mountains are freezing cold at the best of times. On this particular day, it was mid-December, and the treacherousness of the roads and darkness of the sky was doing little to improve my mood. It was thirty degrees celsius below zero, and I was at that point extremely grateful to the person who had invented heating systems for cars.
"Why anybody chooses to live up here is beyond me," I muttered to myself as I turned on the radio and it gave me nothing but static. I wasn't exactly up here by choice, but grandmothers occasionally needed visiting, and mine happened to live in the rear end of the universe. Groaning in frustration, I shut off the radio w