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Born in Moscow in 1969, Zakharii Vladislav entered the word alone. His mother died during childbirth and his father was low ranking infantry officer who was seldom home. When his father finally died in 1979, fighting the good fight in Afghanistan, he had become quite self sufficeint for a 10 year old. During the long spans of time when his father was away, and especially after his death, Zakharii spent alot of time with his uncle who was a scientst working with the military. His uncles involvement in his life was the only reason that formal education was imposed. As he moved into his teens, his intelliegence both suprised and encouraged collegues and friends of his uncle. By the age of 16, he had helped solve an mathematical problem that he was told was hindering robotic factory production of automobiles. Up to this point, he had spent his days in a studious trance...his nights however showed a completely different Zakharii. His talent with numbers soon came to the attention of certain low level members of the mafia. Although, something about the underworld of Moscow didn't seem altogether savory to him, it was a way for him to earn extra money. It was a few months after his 17th birthday that his uncle had secured him a position working with him on a top secret project for the military. Quite happy with his service to his country, he attempted to sever his ties with the mafia...with little success. And in 1989 it finally came to bloodshed. Working late one night with the near-finished prototype of the armor, his his aunt and uncle were brutally murdered in their home. He received the news and decided that it would be him who would bring his former employers to justice. It was that same night that officials not symapthetic or vested in the program were coming to pull the plug on development of the armor. They met Zakharii in the lab just as he had brought suit online. Critical malfuntions saw to it that he could neither remove the armor, or use the communication system. Fearful of what the suit was capable of, and not being able to communicate, they gave the order to their bodyguards to open fire. Details of the explosion were never known, but four of the labs in the installation were completely destroyed. Barely saved by the armor, Zakharii made his way home where he hid the suit and using his uncles tools, had managed to get it operational again days before the Soviet Union collapsed. Some of the suits systems are still not functional, and Zakharii's loyalties have made his search for a benenfactor more difficult than he'd expected. He moved to Paragon city in 2004 with the hopes of joining the C.C.C.P, completing the hyper-sprint module for the Muscovite armor, and waging war against the global seat of the corrupt corporate aristocracy.