I was born into a diverse family. Greek, Italian, Serbian, Chinese, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Chechen, Arab, all on my mother’s side. Scandinavian on my father’s side. I grew up all around Eastern Europe and Italy. When I was young, I remember living in Yugoslavia. I remember killing for the Serbs when I wasn’t even able to have a deeper voice. Later I went to Queens in New York City, US. I worked for a Greek crime family there, because my mother’s cousin ran it. I put what I knew to use. Killed people, hurt people, ran drugs, but never did any drugs or smoked or drank. A while later I went to Ukraine. It was 2011, I was sent letters and calls of violence and struggles. Then the civil war started with rebels against Russia. I fought Russians. I now live in the southern part of America. Where I try to speak with a thick redneck accent and turned my hair blonde and gained a lot of weight to fit in. But the ultimate pain is… I miss killing…