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In New Life, four broken souls find their destinies colliding in a desperate bid for survival. Gabriel, a wandering street musician; Cavid and Xeyal, two brothers burdened by the weight of their past mistakes; and Redvil, a hardened former army captain—all share one common enemy: the illusion of a better future.

A New Life

Life is not given to us only once; it is given to us anew every day so that we may understand. Each day we die, erasing our past selves, and begin life again, as if we were newborn children.

I, my name is Alexandr. Born in 1980. Now I am 20. I have a very different facial structure, skin tone, and my eyes are blue. When I walk, I limp. It is as if my legs below the waist are broken or giving me unbearable pain. No one remembers me, neither my family nor my other friends. I am an actor whom everyone has forgotten. I am left hanging in a life written as a void for myself. I can neither move nor think. My brain is frozen. It is like a fish with broken fins in an aquarium. Living like a corpse.

This is our home. Or rather, the old sofa, bed, and useless table and chair that I rented at the age of 20. An empty fridge. Is there money to have something to eat? The fridge is empty. My stomach is so full of street scraps that sometimes it growls from emptiness and wails that I am hungry. What can I do, my friend? Unfortunately, you are my stomach.

I used to have a guitar. I earned pennies with music in the streets or in crowded places like the metro. I had forgotten my favorite pieces; now, whoever came made me play what they wanted for money. I was at the service of orders for pennies.

I had been in the metro since morning. Today, luck smiled upon me. I had enough money to pay for even 4 days. Today, I left the metro a bit early. I headed home. I took a taxi today. I had a lot of money; I was spending it where I wanted. Time passed quickly. By the time I reached home, 50 kopecks remained in my pocket. Now what will I do, but I had enough money to fill the fridge.

It would be right to call this money the dirtiest, most dishonest thing in life. Because it always makes us dependent on it. Even when moving, a person needs money.

Since ancient times, people created money first, then love. Love was created after money.

In ancient museums, there were very interesting, shaped currency units that were signs of money. In the traces of history, the mark of money remained everywhere. After all, what is this that has made us dependent on it? Actually, without money, everything would be meaningless. People would remain idle and unemployed, not knowing what to do. And perhaps humanity would have died without ever being created. It means the Earth is spun by money. Its fuel is money; the living creatures that take in breath are people like us.

Very strange thoughts, right?

But this was the philosophy of life. Work and live.

There, I am at home. Who should I spend today with? Maybe a prostitute or... something. 50 kopecks left, oh you wretch, what can you do with this anyway. Whatever, I put the groceries I bought in the fridge. I prepared a beautiful meal with my kitchen chores. It was cooked very tastily. Truly, my manual skills were very good.

Maybe I should go work as a chef? Then my fingers wouldn't get tired as they did with the guitar.

Hello, what shall we do, what shall we occupy ourselves with? My cigarette is finished today. What will we do?

* I don't know, my friend, I don't smoke; I don't need it at all. You think.

* I am thinking, this useless brain of mine, neither a way out nor a proper result, I cannot think of any.

* You take it out and throw it somewhere; it's useless anyway.

* Why, does your brain work better?

* No matter how it works, we would have been caught in the last house, my friend. If we hadn't cleared out in time.

* That was your mistake. Your foot didn't stand straight, it hit the vase, and it broke. Immediately, noise upstairs.

* Yeah, it happened, whatever, let's not get angry, it's something that happens. Let's steal bicycles, what do you think?

* How and where will we steal them? You know, in Genhand, there are long walls with stained photos on them. Pictures drawn.

* There is a place near there where there is no one. Like an underground passage. They keep bicycles in that place, which goes downwards and is locked with a lock that is not very useful, and they rent them out in the morning. It's not very dangerous, there is just one camera, and it looks to the side of the wall.

* So how will we get past the wall?

* We will go through the gap and steal them.

* Yes, it can be done. Good idea. Let's start the job now. How many bicycles will there be?

* There are many, since it's a warehouse, countless. Let's go now. What do you think?

* Alright then, don't forget the keys and the iron pliers, my friend. A hammer is also needed.

* Okay, you go out, I'm coming.

* Let nothing be forgotten, keep everything in your memory.

After he said that, I carefully looked at what was needed in the suitcase and packed it into the bag. And something caught my eye. It seems the pliers and most of the keys were not there. After all, I had hidden them during the last theft. How could they disappear?

* "Come on," my friend yelled.

* Be patient, I'm just clarifying some things and coming. There were only 7-8 hours left until morning. 3 hours to get the bicycles out and do it without being seen. 3 hours were needed to hide them carefully as well.

Today is my daughter's birthday. She is turning 10. I am so happy. I don't know what to do. My friends are all gathered here with me, each one participating in this birthday with a gift and their loved ones. It made the celebration even more lovely. I love music. Today, we invited a musician with a guitar. His name is Alexandr. My friend liked his singing in the metro in the morning and invited him. He played very beautifully. I saw his hands moving over the guitar more seriously and better than the "sarkhand" [musicians] I listened to on TV when I was a child; he transformed the sounds into a pleasant performance.

Maybe let's test our guitar player.

* What is your name? Gabriel. Aha, great, now come here, you will play the piece I give you. If it's good, there is a restaurant; we will get you a job there. If not, I don't believe you can play badly.

* Fine, just tell me a chair and the name of the piece I will play.

* Come, let me give you a good piece, this is it, he let him hear a gentle piece sounding on his phone. The restaurant owner doesn't hire any musician without this. If you play it, you're ready.

...and that piece was so beautiful. When it sounded, it gave a harmony to every rhythm. This boy was truly a guitarist. In just the first minute. The stunned guests didn't know what to say.

* Gabriel, you are a genius. This performance should go down in history. Come, you continue, I'll record it on video.

When the performance ended, everyone applauded together. This beautiful performance had already enchanted everyone. The gathering continues. It is nearing the end. Someone entered the room. No one knew who this was. This man, wearing a gray coat and neatly polished shoes, had come for the guitarist. The restaurant owner had invited him as his special guest, just wanting to test him further.

* You must come with me.

At first glance, Gabriel was scared; this man looked like a spy or a murderer.

* Why should I come? said Gabriel, hesitant.

* The guests laughed. Everyone knew that this man was the restaurant owner's own person.

* "Aaa, our guitarist is very cowardly." Again, all the guests laughed together and began to talk among themselves. This gathering gave the atmosphere of a special reception in a real German country.

And Gabriel, not knowing what to do, joined him and followed.

*The Restaurant Owner*

And that great celebration looked even more magnificent than all the palaces where parties were held.

Again, because of his friend's fault, they were going to be caught on camera. One of the brothers walking in front was running in a hurry with keys in his hand.

* Wait, where are you going...

* What happened? He stopped and looked carefully at his brother.

* There is a camera there. If you are seen, our job is finished, I will go down with you.

* Excuse me, I knew there was one just in front of the camera, there is one here too.

* There are in three places. If someone is on duty. If the camera monitoring team finds out immediately, our job is done. Wait. We have to find a long wire or something to cover the camera.

* Let's go back, this is a very scary job.

* No, don't be a coward.

* What will we do now if the guard is in his place? He will check us immediately. And our lives, which are already bad, will be in an even worse state. Let's go, it's not the time. If we get caught, what will our mother do? Do you want her to come to prison every day?

* What shall we do then? No, I'm going, you go back... Or stand on the side, tell me if there is any problem. Okay.

His brother went back from the camera in the warehouse. There were trash cans next to him. He rummaged through them. He found something long that looked like aluminum. He bent the tip and passed it through the fabric. He had to throw it onto the old fabric so that the camera would be completely covered, otherwise they would see it.

On the very first throw, the piece fell onto the camera. Happy with this, his brother didn't go forward, but took a suitable piece from the trash can again. He continued with his next attempt. There were still two cameras ahead.

He solved one. Now two remained.

The little girl's birthday was yesterday. It is morning. She is opening the gifts given to her. The gifts include books, teddy bears, and rabbit dolls. After finishing opening them all, "So where is my dress, Father?" she called.

* It's a secret, not now, we will open it together in the evening.

He promised his daughter and immediately went outside, maybe to get into debt to buy the dress. Those who came yesterday were restaurant friends. All of them had brought gifts. Anyway, he went to the market and entered the department with children's clothing and 10-year-old outfits, looked at the well-shaped dresses one by one, approached the seller with the dress of the color she liked, and asked for the price.

* Only 50 Euros, it's not such a big figure.

* I don't have the money on me, maybe I can give it tomorrow.

* No, either buy it or get out of here. Do you think this is a free place for you?

* Is it possible for me to return it tomorrow?

* No.

* Is it possible for me to return it today?

* I told you no!

When he asked one more time, the seller grabbed him by the collar and threw him out. Falling face down, the father hit the ground, and his head split open. Blood flowed onto his face, and he slowly moved away from there.

* Why does only hunger bother me today?

The father, unaware of his blood, came home, entered, sat on the chair, and fell into thought. How will I buy the dress?

His daughter came running to his side, tapped on his shoulders with her fingers, "Father, Father, how beautiful, look, the toy, Barbie."