My story, or Rina’s

Hello. My name is Sergei Cherbanyatsev, and this is the “short” version of my story. If you want to know more about me on here, from my old (female) account, search the name “Mikhail Belakov” on here, click on the author’s username, “fallensovietgirl”, to see all of my posts circa 2014. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, my totally f**ked up life. So at the time of those posts, again found on fallensovietgirl, I was what Canadians and Americans would call a highschool freshman/sophomore. Anyways, I’m from Russia, and identify as a transgender male. Bozhe moi, Misha (Mikhail) would have been proud when I came out. (Wherever you are Misha, I will always be with you….) So, Grade 11, people here, in Canada, started really treating me like shit. Not going into detail here, but there’s a reason they fear for themselves when they hear the name Dmitri. Then, November 23rd, 2015 happened. Renata Kambolina, better known as Rina Palenkova, another friend of mine, also died by suicide, by beheading. For whatever reason, when she died, I was in my mind, trying to get to her, almost as if to say, “It’s gonna be okay, I’m here for you, I always will be.” I still remember one of the last messages she sent to me on Vkontakte, or VK, reading, mind you this is the best Russian-English transliteration I know, “vot i vsyo, proshchay” meaning roughly “that is all, goodbye” in English. Honestly, I wish I could have stopped, saved her. Rina, I forgive you, I love you, I just wish you were still here!