Describe your life before joining Upsell. What major did you acquire, where did you work previously, and why did you decide to leave?

I remember very well how back in basic school I realized that I had to find a job where I could earn a decent living.

Even then, I understood that with enough desire, everything is possible, and to reach the top, you need to push yourself and work hard. At the same time, I had no idea what kind of job that should be.

Already at the age of 12, I had to go to work because I wanted to help my mother, who was raising me alone, and earn at least some pocket money.

My first job was quite poorly paid. I don't remember the exact amounts at that time, but I had to sell chebureks and ice cream on the beach. Even then, I realized how hard it is to earn money, because selling chebureks and ice cream on the hot sand for six hours as a young boy was tough. In any case, I was not afraid of difficulties and always tried to motivate myself.

At the age of 14, I started working for a political party and held various positions there; the work was simple, and I could do it alongside my studies.

When basic school ended, it was time to decide where to continue my education. Due to my family's financial difficulties, I realized that I couldn't study for a long time because my mother couldn't support me financially.

My brother suggested going to maritime school, upon completion of which I would get the opportunity to travel and, reputedly, earn very well. One of my dreams was to work in a special forces unit, and I saw an opportunity to take steps in that direction, so I enrolled in maritime school. Why special forces, I will talk about that in a bit more detail later.

I continued working for the political party, but eventually, I realized that politics did not appeal to me and my main goal was to earn money. I was in my third year at maritime school when I decided to take a job at a bar in the old town because it seemed interesting at the time. After working there for about half a year, the owner of a security company offered me a job. There wasn't much free time; I worked nights, studied at maritime school, and was actively involved in sports.

Time passed, and eventually, living with such a schedule, I reached the end of my maritime school studies.

I remember my emotions very well and how happy I was. I already felt how I was going to earn massive amounts of money at sea, travel everywhere, and enjoy life. The reality was much harsher than I could have imagined. Nobody told me that it wasn't easy at all.

I completed my four years of study majoring as a mate, but instead, I went to work as a deckhand. I lacked experience as a mate, so I had to start as a deckhand. For those who are not familiar with maritime affairs, a deckhand is responsible for various tasks, including vessel maintenance, navigation, cleaning, and much more. In summary, the work was neither easy nor remotely prestigious.

I spent four months at sea, worked every day, and received a salary of 1300 euros. I was doing ship maintenance, cleaning, and standing watch. I thought to myself that I would never do this kind of slave labor again.

At the same time, I saw from the sidelines what my duties would be if I continued with the mate's profession. Despite the time invested in my studies, I abandoned the chosen profession, although the dream of working in the special forces remained, so I applied for a prison guard position at a prison.

I spent a year there, which was not easy or progressive at all. The environment was challenging, and daily contact with people who consistently broke the law was exhausting and did not have a good effect on me.

After some time, I received a call-up for conscription, and due to my education, I joined the Navy.

At the end of my military service, I decided to go into patrol work. My job was to detain criminals, check our managed properties, and ensure security.

I resolved various difficult situations, and I actually liked the job because I could offer solutions to problems and also see the immediate result of my effort. Apparently, that is why working in the special forces was my dream for so long. Despite everything, my salary was, at best, 1300 euros gross.

Once again, I was reminded that I needed to change something in my life, and the sooner I did, the better. My dreams were much bigger than the life I was living at that moment.

One day, while patrolling a property I was guarding, I ran into an old acquaintance of mine who had been working at Upsell for a long time. At that moment, I had no idea that from this point forward, my life would change. I had no concept that this kind of work offered such a great earning opportunity. During our conversation, my acquaintance said,