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[b]Personal information[/b]

[b]Full name:[/b] Grigoriy Pavlov Zaburdaajev.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Age:[/b] 28
[b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=picture taken by undercover fed.][img]http://www.saatchigallery.com/imgs/artists/encyclopaedia_russian/20101005040327_russian_tattoo_5.jpg[/img][/hider]

[b]Personality:[/b] Grigoriy is known amongst his friends and fellow Russians for his aggressive tendencies. He angers quickly and believes that violence is a solution to anything - something enforced by most of the Russians. The only ones in the organization that use wits and smarts to achieve anything are the higher ups. And even they know that violence is a solution to everything... but that doesn't say much at the costs. Grigoriy has spent a lot of time in Russian hospitals, which are not the best you'll find in the world. He has many scars lining his body, which is all that is left of the aggressiveness that he has. 

He believes in brotherhood, family and protecting your comrades. These are values instilled into him by the communist leaders. They are good values Grigoriy finds. He often wonders why Americans are so anti communist - they could learn something from the red ones. However he also marvels at the American way of doing things, earning money and the general freedom. This clashes heavily with his idea that people, given enough freedom, will mess up one way or the other as America has shown that this isn't the case.

His values in life, bratva, sem'y and comrades, are what compell him to send home money he earns to his poor father and mother, who have been a victim of the communist system. He also urged his parents to convince young Russians to come to America and earn money for their parents - it would benefit the country. 

[b]Biography:[/b] Grigoriy was born on the outskirts of Moskva, or as the Western people know it, Moscow. He was born in a poor family, and like many before him he got into the criminal circuit because there was no other means to sustain himself. Everyone else had forsaken them in favor of themselves, so Grigoriy and his friends took it upon himself to earn their daily keep. All that was left was the bratva, the sem'y. 

Due to reasons such as having trouble keeping up the profit with their activities he moved to the US. Here, he hopes to earn more money and send back a profitable sum to his parents so they can set up their own shop as they are still young enough. Silently Grigoriy dreams of a nice and quiet life in the outskirts of his hometown Moskva, and to set up his own little café and serve drinks and food to his guests. Sadly this life is likely not laid away for Grigoriy.