"For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong."
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Bonifác Dvořák was born in the coastal city of Svetloyarsk on the 28th of October, 1949 -- in the glorious shadow of a victorious Soviet Union. His parents, humble workers in the local factories would leave early and come home late, leaving the young Bonifác to carve his own fate most of the days. He remembers less and less of his youth now, but a select few memories still burn bright in his mind: the rough education from a drunken father trying to drown the demons that had taken hold of his soul since the end of the war; an indifferent mother, glad that she had managed to find a shield that would sometimes take the beatings in her stead; his father's 'wisdom'. Between drunk mumbling, the old veteran would rant about the glorious past of a free Chernarus, about the "Soviet bastards" and about that "Georgian cunt". The General Secretary must have thought about it, for the Dvořák patriarch simply never came home after his shift one day.
░▒▓█ THE WARRIOR █▓▒░
░▒▓█ THE PILGRIM █▓▒░
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