It's been 3 years since your death, but I still miss you, Max. I've traveled all over Ukraine, engulfed in flames, and hundreds of times, guys I don't know at all have asked me the same question - "Did you really know Tesak?" The little lovers of extremism have grown up, Max, and now, not with bats and knives, but with barrel artillery and mines, we crush your executioners and their entire vile tribe into the dirt. You didn't live to see these bright days, you were simply not allowed to live, neither to the day of your freedom, nor to the beginning of a new era of our Struggle. But you are probably aware of everything and with your signature grin you greet the death of every enemy of Rus', whom we send to the next world. We remember you, Max. And we take revenge.
