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I think at the time it was around.. 500 ish..? Or more, but what made it my favorite knife wasn't the skin itself but what I ended up using it for. After it became tradeable I sold it to a trade website for its value in real world currency and then exported it thru paypal.
That one knife allowed us to pay off the rest of my diabetic brother's medical expenses at the time. Thank u bayonet knife, and to whomever owns you now, I hope they give u a good home. <3
We both like knives from a childhood so it was one of our core themes.
Every new blade in collection i presented him as first. Unfortunately, his love didn't go further than cheap crap from china, but still.
I loved some unique and non-standart things, like knives with weird locks or bladeforms. One of my favourite jokes was to let some people try to close my folders with no obvious ways to do it. One of my new knife with ring-lock i also gave to my bro to try. He got cut and had to go hospital аnd have a stitches on his finger. Knife got a name "4 scars" after that. Was a funny story we love to share, like "my knifes doesn't like my bro, what i have to do?".
Once i bought similar knives for me and my friend. It was a gift for his b-day.
That night we were drunk af, he accidentely scratched his blade, so we switched them in a same night.
In a few months he broke and lost his knife of our pair, so i gave him one of my collection for a while. In a couple of weeks he broke him too. I wasn't really upset cause of it, our friendship was much more important, but that was another sign i missed.
About ine year later he moved to another city with his gf and we didn't communicate much cause of that. We met time to time, like, 1-2 times a year, but our connection were more weaker every day. When we had a chance to talk, he shared his problem with gf, how they're almost fighting each other every few days, how he had to split with her for a time a live at other place for weeks etc. I was trying to be supportive, but once she call him, he forgot all stuff we talked about.
Once i moved with my gf to a same city, i though it also will resurrect our friendship. But this man wasn't the same bro i knew all along. His wife were a total b*tch, he became drug-addicted and all my tries to bring my old bro back to life just crushed into a wall of agression from him and his freaking chick, who supported his addiction, but cut him out of all his friends. Worst thing, i knew about her wh*re nature, so it was a question of time when she'll leave him with nothing but broken heart, but my friend never believed me about it.
It was a months, i was really tired of fixing all this. His b*tch started to terrorize my wife, and my old friend changed position from "my girl is wrong, i'll talk to her" to "she's my family, so i don't care what crap she makes, i'm always on her side".
For now we didn't communicate about a year. Same about all our friends, none have any connections to him. I blocked him everywhere, but from some friends of a friends i know his addiction become stronger, he's about having divorse and he has no one to rely one cause he broke with everyone who cares about him.
There's no happy-end. But knives tried to tell me about his nature from the very start. Trust knives. This buddies will help you in a moment of need while wrong people are just waiting for opportunity to betray.
P.S. "4 scars" is still one of my favourites, never failed me and become a living memory of that story.