Grigoriy Vladislavovich was born in 1985 in Smolensk. His father had moved his family, Grigoriy, and himself to America shortly after the fall of the Soviet Union. Once getting to America, his father would set up a car dealership. Hopefully, bringing the success that was promised from the American Dream. Though it was never successful, the dealership would stay afloat and keep them out of poverty. After the death of his father in 2006, he took over the business.
He would run it moderately for the next 2 years, but due to no fall back plan and poor financial decision, his business went under due to the 2008 financial crisis. With no job expertise or anything higher than a High school diploma he quickly looked for options further afield rather than closer to home. After finding Chernarus and the possibilities that laid there, he would sell the rest of what he owned and move to Chernarus to set up a convenience store. He would set up shop in Chernogorsk, and his dreams of success flowed from there.
Though the business was successful, he would never sprout farther than the one store. Despite the unfortunate events happening around the country, he would keep to his store. Only until up to the events of July 7th. As bad came to worse he would close shop for good. The panic that was brought to the country diminished his sales. He knew it was about time to leave. But as the story went; there was no leaving. And when the panic turned up to 11, and with his store in disrepair, he would try his best to survive from there on.
Now he roams, in the shell that was Chernarus, as a traveling trader. He has a willingness to trade with anyone as he wishes to recoup what he lost during the fall. He has no interest in leaving, as there is nothing for him to go back to. His new home is all that he has left.