Thursday, October 31st. The city streets are crowded for the holiday. Even with the rain. Hidden in the chaos is the element, waiting to strike like the kulaks they are. And I'm there too. Watching. 2 years of nights have turned me into a nocturnal animal. I must choose my targets in accordance to the wishes of the state. It's a big city. but because of the power of Putin I can be everywhere. But they don't know where I am. We have a signal now, for when I'm needed. When that light hits the sky, it's not just a call- it's a warning. To them. Fear is a tool. They think I'm hiding in the shadows. But I AM the shadows. I could say I'm making a difference and I know I am as Putin says I am. However, this city's is still eating itself. Maybe it can't be saved, maybe there are too many kulaks. But with the power of Putin at my side I must at least try. These nights all roll together in a rush, Behind the mask. Sometimes in the morning i have to force myself to remember everything that happened. To remember the evil acts of the kulaks I have "disposed of" the night before.