Cristoph “Kris” Mikhailov (Cousin to Beljium “Smalls” Smallov)
Kris was a troubled youth for no reason other than his angst. Born to Russian-American parents of the struggling middle class, he grew up in a decent neighborhood just doors away from his cousin “Smalls” whom he spent most of his time with. Kris was a troublemaker, and idolized Russian mafia life. He liked the money, the chaos, the thrill. He would constantly pick fights just to assert his intentions and prove his worth. He took part in many illegal acts, but mostly in the sale of drugs before he was even a teen.
Supplied by a local motorcycle gang looking to make easy money by using kids, he made good money early. As he grew up, he joined the gang and began running drugs on a bigger scale, sadly getting his own cousin addicted. Abandoning the dream of being a Russian Mafia member, for the fun and freedom of only being bound limited as far as his motorcycle would take him. He spent a decade widening the gang’s business. One fateful day, Kris would break his parents’ hearts when a drug deal went bad, and he became wanted for the murder of two Irish mobsters, bringing negative and unwanted attention from the Irish. The drugs evolved into arms dealing/smuggling, and contract killing.
With the war leaving Chernarus in ruins, and having family ties there, the gang decided to run guns out of Chernarus to the Americas. After five years of success, Kris and Smalls were apprehended in Chernarus while leaving port with their goods. They were subsequently thrown in the Southern Gulag “Prison Isle” for two years awaiting extradition. Time spent in the gulag made the “Cousins” kinship stronger, constantly fighting others, and often killing them. While inside, Kris was made a mid-rank member of the Russian mafia. The Chernarus government wanted the cousins out of their country as soon as possible.
Once the time came to be extradited, Kris and Smalls were en route to be transferred to American custody at Northeast Airfield when they managed to beat a guard and take him hostage escaping custody and finding freedom again. They fled to Sverograd, and spent their days hiding from the law, but keeping business up with drugs. Where in a years’ time it didn’t even matter, because the outbreak began, and they were no longer the country’s biggest worry.
Now Kris and Smalls roam Chernarus living for the fun of ultimate freedom. He has a kind but tired face and is covered in tattoos below the neck. Kris is a patient man that would rather make it all worth his time, rather than just execute someone outright. Don’t think him unfriendly though, he easily makes friends and does enjoy company. He especially likes fiery women whit sharp tongues, and quick wits. You can usually find him holding a beer or cigarette, and bullshitting. Not much gets him down in life, it’d all be perfect…If only he still had his Harley.