<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Calibri"><div style="visibility: visible; border-top: 5px solid #012A36; border-bottom: 5px solid #29274C; border-left: 5px #252525; border-right: 5px #252525; border-radius: 100%; height: 120px; max-width: 120px; margin: auto;"><div style=" /*IMAGE*/ border-radius: 100%; height: 110px; max-width: 110px; margin: auto; background-size: cover; background-position: center; background-image: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/a2d583b73cb7c94c824fa8741f216eab/tumblr_pxdovgIOpl1tgfxqco2_500.gif); font-size: 0px;">image</div></div><div style=" font-size: 20px; font-weight: lighter; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px;"><span style="font-family:Quicksand">Feliks</span></div></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Calibri"><i>Many years ago in Volgograd…</i></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">A man knelt behind of a rather fancy car, bound and gagged and whimpering for his life as he could hear his captors speaking around him. The sound of feet moving… car doors opening and closing until finally a deep voice spoke.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Priezzhay syuda, Feliks." The man said, urging the younger man over who held a knife in his hand. His hand was shaking and there were tears in his eyes as he looked down at the gagged man who had a blindfold over his eyes. He didn't know who the man was. All he knew was that he had done something wrong to his father and the business that his father was a part of and therefore… he had to die.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Kogda vy nanosite udar nozhom muzhchine, vy khotite tselitsya vie nizhnyuy chast zivota chut nije reber. esli vy zastrianete nozh vie rebrach, eto suka, chtoby vytashchit ego obratno. togda vy ostanetes bez oruzhiya, ponimaete?" The man had grabbed a younger Feliks by the wrist, the wrist that held the knife, and he helped him to make a stabbing motion as the man was pulled up to his feet. Feliks was now the one that was whimpering. He didn't want anything to do with this nor this life but his father was forcing his hand. "Teper ubeite ego."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">He didn't have a choice, his wrist was being held so tight and his father forced his hand to stab the man in the belly. The man cried out, blood didn't gush from the wound like he had expected it to. Instead he barely bled at all… that was until he pulled the knife out. That's when it poured from him… he made sounds that Feliks never wanted to hear again in his life before he slumped to the ground. Bending over and going limp in a small pool of his own blood. He had started to cry. He felt like he didn't have a choice.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Suddenly a firm smack hit him on the back of the head and he nearly fell forward. His father yelling in his ear to stop being such a baby. He was to be a man, he was to take up his father's mantel after he was gone whether he wanted to or not.<br/>
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Present day somewhere in Alabama…</i></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Why won't you just die you Commie fucker!" A rather feeble man grunted and groaned as he found himself being pinned by the malnourished six foot Russian. Feliks had his legs wrapped around the man's stomach, his own back firm on the ground beneath them as he had his arms locked around his neck. Doing his best to subdue him. He was missing a finger already from the fight and it had just been his luck that he had awoken before the man had done more damage than that to him.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">He hadn't expected that he would be captured by a cannibal in his sleep but alas it was one of the dangers of this new world that he lived in. Tightening his grip, he could hear the man in his arms gurgling and gasping for breath. Elbows hitting him hard in his ribs but not hard enough to make him loosen his grip.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Moy otets svyazal by menya krepche, chem ty." He mumbled in the man's ear.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"I don't know what you're saying you fucking bastard!" He screamed, face red before finally Feliks managed to apply enough pressure to block the blood flow to his brain. Causing the man to black out in just a few seconds and go limp in his arms. He pushed the man off, rolling over and getting up quickly as he grabbed the knife that he kept in his back pocket and slid it into the man's gut much like he had done so many times before in his youth. In the times before he had decided to use his talents of his knowledge of the human anatomy for good…</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Svoloch'." He spat at the man before kicking him, knowing that he would bleed out as well as bleed internally in and kill him in just a few minutes. He was in the middle of a small town, the town not even large enough to have a traffic light in it. The man laying prone in front of the one gas station in town. A crow landing above him and cawing loudly. The bird, which he had managed to befriend by sharing trinkets and scraps of food, had been following him for several miles and at this point had become a nuisance. But he was thankful for the little bit of company that he had now.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Now… when the pain in his hand started to present itself and he cried out softly as he looked down at his lack of pinky finger on his right hand. Cussing to himself, he bent down and ripped the man's shirt as best as he could to make rags that he could wrap around the wound. He would have to keep it clean or it would become infected and that would certainly be a death sentence without any sort of antibiotics.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri"><b>Caw!</b></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Progonite d'yavol'skuyu ptitsu!!" He yelled, nearly hissing through his gritted teeth before he picked up a rock and flung it into the bird's direction. Causing the black feathered beast to take flight, flying in a circle around the gas station before coming back and lighting on an abandoned car near him. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he looked at the crow. Sighing heavily as he simply shrugged as if admitting defeat on shooing it away.</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri"><i>(priezzhay syuda, felix = come here feliks; kogda vy nanosite udar nozhom muzhchine, vy khotite tselitsya vie nizhnyuy chast zivota chut nije reber. esli vy zastrianete nozh vie rebrach, eto suka, chtoby vytashchit ego obratno. togda vy ostanetes bez oruzhiya, ponimaete? = When you stab a man you want to aim for the lower belly just below the ribs. If you get the knife stuck in the ribs it is a bitch to get it back out. Then you're left without a weapon, see?; teper ubeite ego. = now kill him; Moy otets svyazal by menya krepche, chem ty = My father would tie me up tighter than you did; Svoloch' = Bastard; Progonite d'yavol'skuyu ptitsu = Shoo you devil bird)</i></span>