He is an enigma wrapped in a riddle buried in mystery ridden-soil. His name is Borya Yahotov. He is 22 years old. He lives in Eastern Siberia. His eyes are black ice and cold steel. His skin is fair snow and scars. He always double knots his combat boots and double checks his windows every morning. The first time he killed something he cried. This is what I know about him. But I don't really know him.