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Janjak Ravix Everything started at 14 September 1995, young pregnant Haitian girl named Ertha age of 18 was rushed to his father house with old soviet motorcycle M-72. She was about to give birth to Janjak as people around him started to play the drums and father of Ertha started ritual. Janjak was born that night but Ertha died from losing too much blood, who was Janjak's father was mystery as Ertha was raped 9 months earlier by two masked guys in the slums. Father of Ertha was the local houngan of the slums and Janjak started learning the traditions of voodoo from very early age. At age of four he started helping his big family by gathering fruits and in the rituals. Grandpa started realising that life in slums didn't mean that Janjak would have bright future and probably end in the street gangs. Family of Ravix usually travelled to the Marigot from the capital where they started loading the fruits into the boats and next step was to row towards the Pedernales, border of Dominican Republic. Days of travel ended at the shore where they had to unload all the fruits and start carrying them to the border where market located, hours of waiting while watching how the Dominicans choose the best selling spots in the market and getting hit by the Dominican border guards was all that Janjak could remember from his chilhood memories at the Dominician border. After border guards let Haitians in was time to sell the fruits at the market which took whole day before returning back to the boat and sailing to the home. Nights was most dangerous time at the streets especially to girls but Janjak never really got hurt in the slums but he saw many times other people getting hurt and killed, dead bodies laying down on the street after small fight of gangsters. To see death everyday became just normal to Janjak and he anyways saw more in the rituals of his grandpa. Voodoo was important in his family and rituals happened often at Grandpa's house, drinking blood and eating raw animal flesh became normal everyday thing to him. Janjak was first scared of the rituals and really unsure about the whole voodoo but he started to take his part in every ritual as playing the drums when he turned five years. What made him change his mind? Friday night was young girl brought to their house, she was not breathing but Grandpa started ritual and after hours of watching that spiritual ritual the girl was pulled up on the nearest chair. She was breathing what Janjak couldn't believe and that was the day he wanted to become houngan and save people, help people was dream of young Janjak. Dreams of Janjak unfortunately didn't go as he planned and year 2002 grandpa of Janjak send him to Florida on the boat without warning, Janjak never really got to know why but he knew it was for good as Grandpa always loved Janjak and wanted to him have best possible future in his life. Janjak came to USA as immigrant and after long paperworks he was send to children's home of society with other Haitians kids. No one couldn't speak english and they started learning in the home before going to the school at age of eight. School times in Miami was tough for Janjak, he got bullied alot by other kids and wasn't only Haitian kid who got bullied in that school. Many Haitians kid was bullied because of their poor English and other reasons.. Janjak hated school and wanted to go back to his grandpa, to Haiti. Watching how all the American children had expensive clothes and new skateboards made many Haitians jealous in the neighbourhood. When Janjak turned twelwe he was getting bullied once again by same students in the toilets, getting kicked into his stomach while laying down on the ground and punched. After the toilet was empty and Janjak was left alone on the ground he heard someone entering. It was his classmate Stanley who was also Haitian and from the same home approached him, crouching and helping Janjak up from the ground. Stanley told Janjak that "We can't let them do this to us, we have to fight back." in that case Janjak agreed. They started recruiting other Haitian boys because together they were strong then alone. As they grow up they realised there was bigger groups and gangs in the city like Top Six and Zoe Pounds and many teenagers from their school joined to those gangs. Janjak wanted to learn English better and started after the school to go on the extra courses of English. Hanging out at the streets with other Haitians was funniest time of the day and soon Janjak started to learn the most important rules in that concrete jungle, the first and most important rule was code of silence. Janjak never stopped following the traditions of voodoo and his culture when he moved to the United States of America, and he got introduced to local mambo from Lil Haiti. They became good friends with Janjak and he even used to help her in the rituals. Janjak used to remember his life back in Haiti always before he felt asleep, all those long hot days gathering fruits or playing football in the slums with the other kids and the smell from the trash which never leaves the street. What kind of person was his mother Ertha, was she beautiful and kind? No one never answered to those questions and he never thought about asking those questions from the grandpa and now it was too late.. One day Janjak and his friends were watching TV music channel at one of his friends, 50 cent - In Da Club started playing and it blow everyone mind in the room. Everyone started rapping chorus and waving hands along the rhytm, he became big idol to many youngsters that time and Janjak was one of them who wanted to be just like him after listening the lyrics. He started looking for the 50 Cent albums in the shops but after finding one and realising that he doesn't have enough money for the album Janjak stoled something for the first time. Janjak and his friends listened the album for weeks as they started planning ways to earn money. Songs from the album told about selling drugs but no one had money to even start selling so the group started stealing electronics and clothes. Boys started to finally earn money by stealing and selling further the stoled stuff, Janjak also dreamed about becoming rapper and started writing lyrics as Stanley used to beatbox next to him. Nothing really changed in the life before 2010 when Janjak was partying his birthday with the friends in the yard, they saw two familiar guys walking on the street. It was the students from the same school those same students who used to bully with other kids Haitians, everyone rushed towards them. Starting to hit them and kicking as they felt down on the ground, one guy from the group pull out his butterfly knife, starting to stab one of the bullies around the body. After beating and stabbing everyone left the street as the victims was left laying on the ground, but there was consequences. Next day friend of Janjak who stabbed that bully on the street was shot while walking back home from the school, war started between the groups. Violence continued for weeks untill one day Stanley and Janjak decided to go revenge, following the bully after the school to his house and waiting for the night. When time was night they climbed over the fence to the backyard, backdoor was open and Stanley pulled out S&W from his weist before rushing inside the house. Stanley woke up the parents of "bully" and forced them on the ground as Janjak pulled his "schoolmate" from the hair towards living room. All members of the family was laying down on the ground, hands behind their back. Sametime Janjak was heating the iron before bringing it closer to bully and burning his neck with the hot iron, afterwards Stanley emptied his clip at the victims and both of the boys escaped from the crime scene. Janjak didn't feel sadness or sympathy as he laid down on his bed thinking about what he just did to the family. Stanley got caught later on the week in the school for carrying gun and was interrogated by cops about murder happened that night but didn't talk anything about Janjak. Stanley was never seen after that day in school and Janjak was sure he will never be seeing him again. Janjak was lost and didn't know what to do, so he decided to ask from local mambo to make ritual for him. People started playing drums around the Janjak and dancing ritual began.. next day waking up to taste of blood in his mouth Janjak didn't have any memories from the ritual. Mambo told him that future tells to go west and thats were Janjak decided to head, bringing his past with him.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mikhail Balabanov ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Personal information- Gender: Male Age: 31 Weight: 79kg Height: 182cm Origin: S̶o̶v̶i̶e̶t̶ ̶u̶n̶i̶o̶n̶ , Russia ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Photo above is taken from "Kizhi" Chapter I Mikhail Ivanovitch Balabanov was born in Republic of Karelia in city of Kondopoga on February 21th, 1987. Family consisted from dad named Ivan Aleksandrovitch Balabanov, and mother Natalia Nikolaevna Balabanova. He also had older brother named Stepan Ivanovitch Balabanov, who was already five years old when Mikhail born. Family was poor and life wasn't easy at all when only one who worked was dad. Mechanic work didnt bring alot of money to the table and working eight hours everyday was really frustrating , Natalia didnt have time to work as she was watching after the kids. Nothing really changed in their lives before Stepan was old enough to help dad in his work , Mikhail came into the picture only when he was seven years old. Mikhail and Stepan learned everything from their father about bikes , cars and how to fix them, that time even Natalia had chance to get herself job as kids were usually with dad. Family of Balabanov was really religious and everyday praying for help of god never made them lose hope. As Mikhail turned twenty he decided to go work on island of Kizhi, which locates at the second biggest lake of europe (Lake Onega , Onežskoje ozero). Working there was something he never experienced before and made him even consider to work as priest after he has finished studying. While Mikhail was studying his religion and working at the Kizhi , older brother met couple guys from another city one day as they brought their rusty Moskvitsh to the garage for fix. Car was rusty and maybe used to the bitter end but guys were dressed in suits , golden rings , golden chains. Stepan cautiously asked "How are you driving car like that and wearing clothes propably costing all together million rubles?". Man named Kolya chuckled and whispered to his "bratan" next to him before turning his eyes back to Stepan, answering to his question "You want to dress like me?". Stepan gives insecure nod as answer and guy named Oleg standing next to Kolya responds "Fix the car before 8pm tomorrow and we will talk". After both of them walks away from the garage, Stepan rush into work to repair the car. Whole night he worked and repaired the car, when finally car was fixed he collapsed on the ground falling into deep sleep. Hours after Stepan felt light kicking of Oleg's boot what made him woke up from his dreams , quickly he pushed himself up from the ground and greeted him. After showing the car and making sure its actually fixed Oleg asked him for small ride around the city which he agreed immediately , both of them sat in the car and Oleg started the engine before driving out from the garage. Stepan was little bit terrified of Oleg but still calm and soon questions started "What is your name?", "Stepan.." "Well Stepan why do you want to dress like us .. what you are you seeking , what is your biggest dream?". The questions came after each other and answers had to be given without hesitation, "I want to be rich and drive expensive car". Cold looking face and empty eyes of Oleg turned into a smirk afterwards , "Good.." he said and conversation continued for sometime before they parked the car infront of the garage again. Stepan pushed the door open and left the car before turning himself towards Oleg. "Tomorrow Stepan you will prove yourself to me , dont let me down" and only dust was left flying in the air, when Oleg pushed the pedal inside the car and drove off. Stepan didnt tell to his father or mother about anything and that was the day he made biggest mistake of his life , he was maybe older then Mikhail but not smarter. Stepan's biggest flaw was his greed what soon changed everyone life's in their family. Chapter II Months after Stepan had met two guys driving that Moskvitsh it was time for Mikhail to return back home , where his dad and mother waited for him. Welcome back to home started in party by drinking and eating where soon Mikhail noticed something abnormal from last time he was home. All the money for food and drinks also clothing his parents weared made him think what was going on? Knocking could be heard from the door and mom rush to open the door , familiar voices could be heard from the anteroom. It was Stepan wearing suit walking towards Mikhail with open arms giving him tight hug and tapping him from behind. "Kak dela brother?" was first thing Stepan said to Mikhail after those long months, "Everything is good but how are you wearing suit and how do we have so much food?". Stepan started nodding towards balcony and both of them made their way there so conversation could continue without parents hearing everything. "I got new job thats all Misha." "What are you talking about what kind of job?" "Ehh.. its really long story but now can you see i can afford anything, clothes, food, drinks, girls. "What the fuck are you talking about Stepan what is this work you are talking about?" "Horoso.. basically i just gather money from around the city and sometimes i drive to another city for-..." right that moment Mikhail grab from Stepan's shirt and pushed him against the balcony wall. "Nu ti blyat Stepan are you talking about blackmailing right now?" "Something like that i guess." Mikhail releases the grip from the shirt as he takes step back "Who are the guys you are working to Stepan?" "He is called Kolya and his second man in charge is named Oleg , they are Petrovskiy Bratva." "Dibil.. tomorrow you will go and tell them that you are done." "Its not that simple Mikhail.. believe me we could earn money together its not even hard job." Mikhail lifts his hand up thumb between middle-finger and index as he growls "Figuski." from his mouth. Stepan looks down in shame and nods before walking inside the apartment where party continued untill mid-night, it was time for Stepan to go home. Dad and mother hugged Stepan before it was turn of Mikhail and while they hugged he said to his older brother "Do this for me and family , may God be with you". Next day Mikhail woke up in small hangover , dressed up and went for his daily routine walk he used to do in Kizhi. Stopping in his nearest kiosk for news , placing couple coins of rubles and bills on the desk and grabbing his newspaper. Gunshots echoed from the nearest building and two guys in ski-mask rushed from inside into red moskvitsh outside the building before driving in full speed away. That same building was home of Mikhail , he runned inside building and through the stairs towards the fifth floor where he saw door of his home open. Slowly pulling the door open and looking inside made Mikhail feet shake, as he saw his death parents laying down on the ground full of bullet holes. He carefully walk over the bodies without stepping on them and reached for the landline phone, calculating the number of his brother and calling him. No answer from the phone "He is propably already dead or being tortured by those fuckers." tought Mikhail in his head that moment as every moment with his parents went through his mind. Mikhail squeezes the hand into the fist and makes hard decision of his life as he leaves the apartment before militsiya shows up. Only place left where his brother could be is dad's garage where he runs fast as he can , jumping behind the corner as he spots familiar red moskvitsh outside the garage. Carefully aproaching the garage as he scouts the area Mikhail notices his brother tied to the chair inside the garage alone , outside would be two guys in black leather jackets smoking. Mikhail sneaks carefully inside the garage from the backdoor and tries to get attention of his brother , Stepan turns his bloody face towards Mikhail and smiles "You came to help me.. im sorry bratan this is my fault" he whispers as Mikhail signals him to be quiet. Stepan continues "Take my gun , its next to dad's bike inside grey box" before lowering look back into his lap. Mikhail slowly aproaches the corner of the garage , walks past the bike and slides his hand into the grey box where he could feel the pistol. After pulling out Nagant M1895 he walks at the back entrance and hides behind the door, waiting for the two to enter garage. Front door of garage opens and as they are getting closer to Stepan the back door gets kicked open, Mikhail walks inside having his gun already aimed towards the duo. As he pulls the trigger letting first bullet to fly towards mobster and after successful shot first one falls on the ground bullet on his chest. Mikhail moves his hand little bit to the left and pulls the trigger again , watching how the second mobster brains flies all over the floor and walls after the shot. First mobster would be swearing on the ground from the pain as bullet would ripped hole into his chest, before getting another bullet between his eyes as Mikhail comes closer. Sliding the gun afterwards between his belt and waist and starting to untie his brother who would be still sitting on the chair beaten up. "We take father's bike and leave fast, can you help me with opening the garage door?" Stepan starts pushing the garage door open and Mikhail would be already doing same with the motorcycle. Starting the engine outside the garage before sitting on it and when the Stepan has sat also he would drive fast as he can with the motorcycle away from the city. Photo above is taken from Kondopoga Chapter III After driving from Kondopoga they stopped in city of Petrozavodsk at the hotel of Severnaja, next morning as Mikhail was cleaning his face in the toilet with the water from the sink he started hearing loud knocking from the door. His brother wasn't inside their hotel room and the knocks didn't stop from behind the door, after opening the door three police officers rushed in pointing the Kalashnikovs towards the Mikhail as they stumbled him down with the free hands. Mikhail was escorted outside the hotel and thrown inside the white van as the officers hold him on the floor while handcuffed, after taking him into the police station weeks later he was send to the Pyatak prison for murder. Prison located in Vologda and was build at the island on the lake, escaping from that place was impossible and being hold inside the cell for days in the dark was making Mikhail mad. All he had there was his mind and respect he had to deserve among the criminals what was also hard in those circumstances. Years later he got free and there was no place for him anymore in the country, was decision made about leaving the country. Connections from prison he was able to make helped him to leave the country and he started making his way towards the west. Driving first from Sankt-Peterburg to Latvia next Lithuania, Poland , Germany , Belgium and finally France after week of travel. In france Mikhail started learning English and making more contacts to get his hands on oppurtunity to fly over the ocean. He managed to get himself that and next step for his dreams was fly over the ocean to Los Santos where his story continues. Photo above is taken from prison.