Ivan Bogatslav's was born in 1995 St Petersburg bastard to a popular Russian Orthodox priest named Artyom Antonov who in reality worked as a KGB agent for the USSR before its recent collapse. His mother was a young women who faced trouble from her parents as no one believed that the father was a priest, especially one as popular as Artyom. She was left destitute and without a futures as she was still in education, she was forced to take time off and with had no support of the state and only limited support from Artyom. Ivan grew up especially poor, his mother spent most of her time working and had very little time to take care of Ivan, he was raised communally in the small flat going to neighbouring grandmother to neighbouring mother, eating and living with strangers when not in school or brought home by his mother who would come home late almost every day. Petty crime, alcoholism, and domestic violence were common. His neighbourhood was under the thumb of local bratki. His lack of a male authority figure to look up to he quickly latched on the only male role models not working themselves to death, the criminals around him. At age 8 he was already delivering messages, cigarettes, and packages for local gangsters, getting paid in cigarettes, food, and small amounts of cash. Him being old enough to be by himself he spent less days with the community in the flats and more time with the kids outdoors or gangsters behind closed doors. At age 11 he got into serious trouble for hurting a kid seriously after throwing both of them off the ledge of the school stairs, his mother having enough of this dangerous behaviour sent him during the summer to work for his father who was higher up in the church as this point and had the boy managing and cleaning around the church. He didn't know he was his father and it was the first time he had seen him to memory. The summer passed quickly and he reckless behaviour almost got him sent home many times. Stealing sips from the communal wine, tripping one of the nuns purposely and smoking, which in his attempt to hide it almost set the outside bushes on fire. He returned the same but with more bruises then before. He drops out of school at age 15 due to his lack of interest and constant troublemaking, without telling his mother he continues to pretend to go to class while working for the Bratva lower members. At age 16 he was picked up for assault trying to shake down a guy for money he owed, throwing him under a cop car driving past. He was sent to a prison for a year, due to his age they didn't wish to give him more. It was the first time he saw his mother cry, and for some the reason his father was present, which he found strange. He quickly made friends with the older criminals and worked under the tattooist of the prison, even getting a tattoo of a spider climbing up his back neck and a Eye of Providence on the middle of his chest, which evolved to anyone who need something to be made as his ability to scrap and reuse technology and make items from scratch as he showed natural talent. He realised slowly how quickly he had positioned himself in the hierarchy, making progress in months other people would require years to achieve. His ability to talk seemed to be greater then to fight, even the guards liked him on a superficial level. The shipments that were required of food and items to not starve in the multi-people cells continued to come from his mother and shockingly his father, to him just being a priest. Even sending a bible, which he read occasionally but rarely was attached to. When he got out everything was already sorted for him, he even had a place to go as a cellmate said he could stay with his brother who could use someone like him. But first he went to his mother, with tears and shock she welcomed him at the steps of her door as he waited for her to return form work. At this point he had officially joined and was working under a pakhan, doing collections on who owes money, protecting a street-level racket, or collecting “tax” from local kiosks or drug dealers. His time in prison was his best teacher, while he still was a daredevil and did dangerous acts at a drop of a hat, he used his diplomacy and natural charisma first. At age 22 he was sent to Dubai to help with the money laundering operation there. He was used as muscle initially but he quickly learned the language and proved more valuable helping the operation through diplomacy. At 24 he was sent to Argentina to help them with the early roots of the operation intrusting him with much more responsibility. He was successful, alive and wealthier then he could imagine, he occasionally talked to his friends from his first time in, and his mother and priest father very rarely. At age 26 he returned to Russia for business and accidently ran someone over while intoxicated. Sent to prison once again and not even for his choice of career he truly wondered what sick sense of humour the world had. Facing a long sentence he started reading the bible more, and the words that finally let him see things more clearly was a letter his father said that revealed who he really was, that he was his father and that the church taught him that "God helps those who help themselves", from then he understood, god didn't punish the criminal, he punished the enacting, the bible was all about pushing them all to act "Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase?" embodying this new philosophy. His reality collapsing around him was set into order by the grace of god he felt. So when Wagner started recruiting soldiers from prisons he saw this as a sign from god. He joined and went though what he believed was his punishment for being weak, for letting the vices of the modern day get to him, he had admired the new class of business ma criminal and let tradition die, no more! Ukraine was terrible, every step he almost died but kept going, charging though firefights and drone bombings. He survived his 6 months and made it home, not entirely the same, but still home. When he got out he went to his fathers church in Tomsk, and listened to his life story, he himself wasn't religious but saw the use in the church, as now did Ivan. He left his old life completely and started working for Father. Taking care of the grounds and renovating the old basement into a home. And a workshop as he started getting crafting on a professional level, selling items he made and testing others in the deep woods of Russia, spending some nights out in the wilderness with just himself and his thoughts and theories. At 29 now he has done very little other then plan and scheme for a new future he wishes to forge.