Dark Knights [A] - Undying | 不滅 (Outer Grounds | 外の理由)

II. From Russia With Love | Из России с любовью (Sean's Origin story) (Fragment)

Sean Rizona | Central District | Moscow

1973... Moscow, Russia.

It all started in Moscow.

When I was just four years old, my father and mother abandoned me and I waited in the streets, purposely or accidentally, I don't know.

All I know is that I was left alone, in the cold streets, until a man by the name of Andrei Kasilov found me.

He was apart of an underground mafia, though it was more of a Bratva than business.

Bratva means Brotherhood in Russian.

He took me in and taught me the things I needed to know. It wasn't the best or most lavish life, but he saved me from wasting my immortal one.

We weren't the richest family in Moscow or any of the Eurasian region, but he at least took the time to care. 

When his wife, Helen was killed in a accident, he knew that it was possible that his time could be short, so him and his brother taught me most of the skills that make me the best killer I could be.

Trust me, they did that right.

It was when I was twelve that I bagged my first kill...

Sean Rizona | Central District | Moscow
Year: 1982

Me and Andrei were walking home from town and my pops was dragged into an alleyway. I found a metal pipe on the side of the dumpster and after giving him one good hit, to drop him, I started to beat him until I saw blood. Andrei stopped me and he was impressed.

"A normal child would have froze due to shock. I'm proud to be able to call you my son. We taught you well." Andrei said this and we walked home.

Year: 1983

A year after that, I was thirteen going on to fourteen and that's where my life went through drastic changes.

I was speaking Russian as if I was akin to them and they basically claimed me as one of their own. Andrei would let me run some of his mob errands for him, and I made a pretty penny off of it, I met a Russian girl named Arina Wilmova and we hung out tons, puberty was extremely kind to me, as well, so that's a bonus.

Life was good at the time. But it all came to an end when I was on my way home from the market. I saw a giant smoke cloud and I knew it was coming from my block, so I ran and saw the house across from ours was on fire.

I got to the back door and went inside looking for Andrei and his brother, Harmon. I didn't like that the house was in disarray, showing signs of a struggle. I saw blood up the stairs and I was going to creep up until I heard two shots go off. I went into the kitchen to grab a knife and I saw a guy watching television, while drinking vodka and sitting next to my dead uncle. I knew he was dead, because I could see the holes in his head.

Then I realized what happened. They burned the house across the street because the bastards had gotten the wrong address, then they saw that my house wasn't too far. I heard someone come down the steps and he walked in the living room.

"Keep an eye out, Vasili. A kid lives here, too."

"I understand, but the boss wants the kid alive." Hearing that, I felt nervous. If I got caught and my senses slipped, they'd kidnap me. I peeked the corner of the living and as soon the drinker's friend left, I threw the knife into his skull and I ran to pull it out. As soon as I grabbed it, I was grabbed myself.