Chris Crow

Story of my life. Grandparents: Father side – James Crow, Betty Crow. Mother side – Boris Knyazev, Valeriya Knyazeva. Parents: Jake Crow and Kristin Crow Father's side – Both were retired, grandad worked at military after the war. Grandma took care of the house. Jake didn't talk too much about them. But it was visible he wasn't fond of them. Still, they sent postcards till they died in early 2000. Granddad was first who died and grandma soon after. I was too young to remember everything, but I remember they loved each other until the end. Mother side – I never met them and didn't know anything about them except they lived or maybe still is living in Russia, Jake did know something about them but never shared anything. He said they didn't approve of the marriage and hasn't talked to them for years. Father – Jake Crow When Jake was a young adult, he moved from his parent's house to a big city in dreams of riches and a lavish lifestyle. He started with nothing, but slowly worked his way up. One of his first jobs was EMT, but after years of working in the medical field, he ended his career as director of the hospital, leaving his place to one of his friends. While I was grooving up, I remember him as a well-connected man, who always sealed his business relationships under closed doors. He owned a first-hand car dealership and multiple smaller businesses through the city. He had it all but still not enough. He always wanted more and pushed for more, more money, more influence, and more power. Jake with friends Mother – Kristin Crow As a child, she and her aunt ran away from the Soviet Union in search of a better future. Her father and mother couldn't leave; they where well know in higher society and close to the political party. It would be impossible for them to go to the different country unnoticed. But they could help her daughter to run away. As a kid who didn't know English, it was hard to fit in. She was laughed at and without friends till university, where she met people who accepted here. One of them was Jake Crow. They both spent much time together till one day Jake proposed to here. She started working at a small accounting firm, while Jake claimed thru ranks at the medical field. After a few years, they started there first company together, but those weren't only good news at the time. She was pregnant. I was soon to be born, happy times. My life. But the happiness didn't last long. The first few years after I was born, we enjoyed time together. Kristin was such a good Mom. She teaches me how to read, taught me how to drive a bike. She spent much time with me while still keeping up with accounting at dad's firm. And then one day, I remember coming home from school and seeing police cars outside my house. Dad was screaming at them, and I haven't seen him that angry ever. Then he screed out: "How did you let her die?" My mother was dead. Just like that out of sudden, she died in an unsuccessful bank robbery at the negotiation stage. My happiness ended on that day. My father changed. He changed so much, and to be honest, I still blame him for my mothers' death. Few weeks after her death, I didn't talk to my father. And to be honest, he wouldn't remember it, and he was drinking. Now it got rough, I was in middle school, and there was no one for me. Dad, who was working all the time, and when he didn't, he was just pushing his anger out at me. Every interaction with him ended in yelling at each other. He was my dad, but that's where our relationships ended. As more successful he became as distant, our relationships grew. Before I entered high school, he was thinking of sending me to boarding school, but somehow I managed to change his mind. High school was a time for me. I enjoyed going to school, and I had many friends there, participated in multiple clubs even was a journalist at a school newspaper. But every day when the classes ended, when clubs closed and my friends went home I stayed on the street. I just didn't want to go back there and meet him. Jake was a wolf in sheep clothing. He had friends in high places, so he could do anything he wanted, and there was no one I could talk about that. Dealership After I graduated, our relationships somehow managed to become a bit better. Or at least we weren't fighting all the time. And I became Jake's errand boy. I did that because of the money he paid and the stuff I got. I didn't want to move out to be anybody to be bum. I had a life others were dreaming about. Jake lifestyle I lived like that for a couple of years in hopes that someday I could own his properties and be respected. But that will never happen, as soon as I told him about my aspirations, he laughed in my face and said to me that I don't have what it takes to be successful, that I will never become someone like him. I just hate him with all my soul. Audi Now it doesn't matter anymore, and I'm sitting in a plane – destination Los Santos. New life, but now on my terms. I will prove him wrong. The only thing I will miss, my Audi, I loved that car. And my friends, but they will understand it eventually. First day in city It took me some time to get adjusted for the town. Life here is different, so much more cruel and faster-paced. Luckily soon after landing, I found a place to stay, thanks to Ms. Gray. I have been doing some freelance work and just mostly get used to the city and how everything works. I am trying to find myself, set new goals. But it is hard because I don't know what I want to be, what I want to do. And I miss my friends. Fishing Today, I received a mail from home. Who found me, how? I opened it with shaking hands and read trough, that was a letter from my attorney. They have discovered the Jakes's body in a river and informed me that I had inherited all his wealth. But I can't go back, not now, not ever, if I don't want to… Oh no, I can't even think about it. I took out a paper and pen and wrote a replay to the attorney that I will donate everything to charity. Hopefully, it will help me somehow to live with myself. Dreaming about future Past is past, and I should try burry it 6 feet underground. But I'm still trying to find myself, I have attempted to do many things, but nothing been impressive enough that I would like to dedicate myself to it. I even applied to the Sheriff's Department, trying to pay for my mistakes with public service, but it didn't work out. But then out of nowhere while I was reading a newspaper, I remembered my time at school and how I felt about writing and gathering information. The more I was thinking about it, the more it made sense to apply. So I did, hoping for an interview, but always keeping my eyes open for other options. But at least I have something I am interested in, and I forgot how it feels to hope for something to care for. I was dead inside for the past few months after that letter in my mailbox. I still think about him and hate his guts, and he is probably looking over me and laughing. But I need to keep on going despite his judgment.

I’m not saying it makes sense to drive them, but 240 km/h is good limitation as they are around and will be.

Driving a drag car on public roads doesn’t make sense thou.