Growing up not really knowing his parents, Karol didn't have an very average childhood, mostly spent at the Foster home.
Always being one to talk his way out of things, Karol was interested into becoming a lawyer, seeing he never really had interest in  working with his hands.
Karol was an outsider and never really had friends his age, not that it bothered him much anyways, seeing one of the foster home volunteers, Mark, was like a brother to him.


Although Karol wasn't much of a troublemaker, Mark was the opposite: Substances, Trespassing and chasing highs was his stick, and as soon as Karol was around 15-16 he kind of got sucked into that world, never to the extent of Mark, but more than enough to impact his Grades.
This was only amplified when he reached the age of 18 during his leap year,  and the foster home deemed him old enough to suffice for himself, Mark generously offered to let him stay with him and his housemates and do some "questionable" jobs on the side to earn a few rubles .
All seemed to be going well for Karol, who needs family anyways when you got the lads, drinks and a place to call home.
Well that was until Mark was shot.

It happened Rather quickly, man stormed in, yelled something about messing with Pjotter, and started blasting.
Karol was hit in the side of the head, slipped and knocked out by a table.
Turns out it saved him seeing the man thought he was dead, when the paramedics arrived they didn't even realize he was alive until he started grunting.


   


Everything after that was just a blur, with the rest of the money that Mark had saved up, Karol managed to rent out a shitty apartment in the downtown area.
Trying to focus on the final years of his study, he was still enraged, the only people he could ever call family were gone, killed by some drug dealers.
He was furious, out for revenge, but he didn't know the streets to well, no contacts, no-one to help him.
But then he realized, as a starting lawyer, he could become a state assigned lawyer, with the clients no self-respecting lawyer would take, that way he could ask around if anyone knew a Pjotter.

Until then Karol did not realize how good he was actually at talking, seemed he got quite the hang of it,
He became notorious for slicing sentences in half, talking people out of minor crimes and overall imposing the judges with his performances.
Somehow he always managed to turn the cases he had around.
While being sucked up by his job, he almost forgot why he was doing it, until a client came in, Old friend of Mark.

Knew someone who knew where Pjotter was.
Turns out the guy was making a name for himself, and not a good one.
Not too much of an annoyance, but no-one would bat an eye if he was gone.
The good gentleman of the Moscow street pharmacy were willing to help, however , there was a catch.
They wanted him to get a client represented, outside the country in some place called Nyheim.
All he had to do was convince the judge the man was better trailed in Russia seeing he had committed most of the crimes there.
In reality, it was so they could bail him out.

If he did that, they would pick Pjotter off the street for him, fair deal.
What could go wrong ?

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