Immigration is the death of modern society.

His father a steelworker, and his mother a teacher, "K" lived paycheck to paycheck in Moscow. His loving parents tried and tried to keep politics away from the kitchen table, but it was inevitable. With cheaper and cheaper labor being imported from "shitholes" such as Turkey and Georgia, his father grew worried. When "K" turned sixteen he wasn't met with presents or a party, he was met by some immigrant stealing his hardworking father's job. With almost all of there family's income thrown away by some undesirable, K's father became depressed. One year later, at 17, K found his father dead, suicide by hanging. "Coward" he thought to himself. He had to step up, become the man of the family. The natural route was the streets, with more than enough immigrants at the ready to be robbed from, beaten or even shot, K joined a local white-nationalist gang. Rules were simple, no race-mixing, no drugs, and as he would one day hear from his British compatriot, "You are straight, or straight out the door.". A few petty robberies and a break-in or two later, K would accidentally kill a Turkish man in an attempted robbery. With the Russian police standard of treatment for armed fugitives, K contemplated turning himself in, yet decided not to. Instead, he would run, as far away as possible. At 18, K would join up and ship off to Ukraine with the RNU. After the initial days of intense fighting, things calmed down, and less and less men were needed. Deciding to leave wasn't easy, but K wasn't cut out for life in the trenches. K took a few good men and set off to Chernarus for a new life. Little did he know, the infection was soon to come. Stuck with only a few true Aryan men, he needed to find more like minded men. Radio broadcast and good ol' word of mouth was all that was needed. Now he had a damn good few men and strong ideas. Off to carry on the White Struggle, K and his armed militia of Aryan brothers set to rid the land of undesirables.