2-7-2014 – Canada.

To my Mammushka…

Ihave been away for a couple of months now… I miss you my mammushka! Life used to be so easy and things seemed to be so fair. Now I am far away from you and home and I don’t know how you are doing.

I promised to be home after Tarkov, but you know how the government can be. I don’t know if I will ever make it back home safely. Tarkov is no more, it’s merely ruins and things that are left behind. The fight we had must’ve been over 39 hours long, we were stuck in this warehouse just outside of the industrial area.

Makarov and Juanarskov promised to send you the letter I had sent you. But after the several hours of silence, nor seeing them, I doubt it would’ve reached you.

It has been a couple months now, the weather is cold and I don’t know if I can ever make it to the border in time. I haven’t seen my comrades in several weeks. After our helicopter crash, I don’t know if I will ever see them again. If I can make it back home, I will make you Strogonov, as you teached me when I was younger.

I love you Mammushka,

Dymitri.