As Alex painted he started to think about his past, well more of the last year or two. He had been one of the most feared pilots of the Russian Air Force, he shot down a lot of planes. After one mission he learned he shot down one of the allied Aces, everyone back on his base went out drinking that night. Of course a few people slipped away for some drunkly fun. But no one liked Alexander back on his base, he of course got into lots of fights on base about little things and big things. The men and woman always did there best to avoid him, no one would fly with cause of his style. He could understand that, but of course they would put him with someone for a mission.<br/><br/>Alex stepped back from his wing, the reaper on it was amazing or at least he thought it was. Alex moved to the other wing, his thoughts went back to his base again. Things had been floating around base that he was a favorite of the high officers cause of what he use todo before he was pilot, that of course was wrong. The officers actually made his life hell. But of course no one would even talk to him, so he couldn't get the story straight.