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Probably one old uncle from the small village (here he lives) rapped him when he just a little boy. I'm feel sad for you, but keep trying ruining the other players experience. -adolfus 2020
My name is Ivan Ivanov Ivanovich. I was born on the streets of Moscow, the day the Soviet Union collapsed. Even though I was but a newborn, I cried for five years straight. My family could no longer afford rent, so I grew up on the streets, living on borscht and the blood of Ukrainians. I never went to school, which is why I, a Russian agent, don't speak a word of Russian. I scraped together what little money I could by working as a hitman. Nobody expects an eight-year-old to be a professional contract killer, so I always got my man.