Hi. I've been wanting to do something like this for a while. So here's how this will work: the letter to the serial killer (I named him Anton) will be the first one, there will be a break thing (you know what they are), and then there will be the letter to Dragunov. I just wanted to get that out of the way. Anyway, enjoy!

Dear Anton,

My name is Sergei Dragunov. I'm very interested in you. I don't know why, but I think it's a pretty good idea to start sending letters to you. You must be very bored sitting in a cell all day. I feel like I'm in a bit of a cell at home. My parents don't let me do anything social. It kinda sucks, but I think it may be because of the recent mafia problems we've been having in the area I live in. I've heard our country has one of the highest homicide rates because of them. Were you in the mafia?

Anyway, I'm interested in serial killers. I have been since I was young. I'm 17 years old at the moment. For some reason I like singing. Sounds kinda wimpy doesn't it? Well I couldn't possibly care less. Um... I plan on going to the military when I graduate. I have to ask, what did you want to be when you were my age? I'd love to know. It couldn't possibly be as uncreative as what I want to be. Yes, I did juat admit what I wanted to be was uncreative. Everyone I know wants to go to the military.

I don't know what else I should say. I'd like to know a few things about you though. How many people did you kill when you got caught? How long have you been in jail? How long do you have left to serve? Someone told me this information before but I forgot within 5 minutes, and I'm also too lazy to figure it out. Oh, and what's jail food like? Is it as bad as people say it is?

So I think I'm gonna stop there. I'll wait for a reply from you. I don't think I should say "have a nice day" because I know you won't have a nice day. Actually, once you think about it, no day in Russia is great. Hiding from the mafia is very hard when you're my age.

Sincerely,

Sergei Dragunov

Dear Sergei Dragunov,

It's been a while since I've gotten a letter. In fact, I haven't been sent one since my conviction. The last person to send me a letter was my cousin, Katherine. She's gone now, if you know what I mean. She kinda ratted me out to the government. And no, I've never been in the mafia. I hate the mafia. They put me in the hospital for 2 weeks when I was 12. I had to get my spleen removed that day.

Somehow I can tell you're a very strange person already. It's your handwriting. It's very similar to mine. Anyway, I'm 35 years old. When I was 17, I also enjoyed singing. I was teased a lot for it. So the first person I killed was the person who started the teasing. When I was 8 I wanted to be in the military, but when I was your age I wanted to be a doctor.

I've killed about 70 people, I've been in jail for about 10 years, and I have about 70 more years to serve. It's okay if you forget, even I forget sometimes. It's a lot to take in after all of the court hearings and such. The jail food is in fact, as bad as people say it is. It's terrible. The only thing they serve that's edible is the tacos they serve on Mexican night, which is every Tuesday. They don't even care if you have any allergies. You couldn't imagine how many people with cantaloupe allergies have died in the past year.

I'd have to agree with you when it comes to the mafia. Everyone in the mafia is 7 feet tall and 300 pounds, so they're automatically intimidating.

Sincerely,

Anton Romonov

I think I may have to get something more out of the way. If this fanfiction resembles any event that happened in the real world, it's just a coincidence. Trust me. Even if it happens after this is finsihed. I wasn't involved. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. Happy hunting.