Introduction Post
Viktor Zakharovich Vitushko
Born in Ruchino, Belarus – 15th of March, 1974
34 Years old (as of 2008)
His father was Zakhar Dorofeyevich Vitushko, and mother Vasilisa Iosifovna Fomasenko
He lost his father in 1979 (5), after which he was raised by his mother and her brother.
Between the hardships, there were moments of love and kindness. His mother truly did her best even with her distance, and Viktor met a girl his age who accepted dancing with him at the community center, in 1985 (11).
His mother fell into a permanent catatonic state caused by a car crash in 1986 (12), and died shortly thereafter, in mid 1988 (14).
Now he was being raised solely by his late mother's brother Ivan Iosifovich Fomasenko and his wife Ulyana, but didn't stay home much, often leaving to do odd jobs here and there.
In 1989 (15), he was forced into the army to fight the third insurgency, which he did, he did and saw things no boy his age should see. But he would grow numb, and would do as he was told, otherwise he would not survive.
In 1992 (18), during an encirclement, he and the platoon he was part of was disconnected and killed off. Out of 23 Soldiers, only himself, a friend of his and the commander survived the day... Little did he know, in the moment, that the commander had sold them out. He had a lot to earn with their deaths.
But he would find out, soon after.
After that, he was dismissed from service for Invalidity, due to his left eye which was hurt during the encirclement, and would often look a "little off-center".
From that point forward, he started dabbling in small-time jobs, and then some rather odd jobs, escalating into quasi-illegal activities, before fully entering the world of crime, in which he would prove himself to be a fine asset.
Viktor worked with "merchant caravans", Trucks with regular sale items for transport, but hiding people who want to leave their countries for another, without the trouble of checkpoints, Visa or Passport, along with "displacement", Code word for corpse removal and transport. He got used to it, so much so that he even would crack up a joke/pun or two sometimes.
He did these jobs for a long while (1992-2007, 15 Years) and got sick of them. But continued anyway, for the money. By 2007, he had enough money, but would stay a bit until the time was right... He bribed a trade ship captain in Klaipeda to let him aboard and drop him somewhere new, to start anew, to absolve himself from the things he had done and seen...
So, he went there. To New York City, 2008.
References for him; Face Claim & Clothing
His build
Voice claim (speaking English)
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