Fyodor Dostoevsky
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The moment he boarded that helicopter, he figured he was a dead man with no way of coming back. Knowing without a doubt that the crash was going to happen even if he is not physically aware of it at the time. Mentally, he knew it would like an inner voice had spoken to him. A swift blaze; causes the fire to surround him quickly, making escape near impossible. Something strange happened however, he saw a figure of a person only to be pulled from the wreck of what should have been his death.