CRIMINAL PROFILE OF: IVAN MALKOVKA
FROM THE OFFICE OF: [REDACTED]
-Arrested 2000 - no time served
Convicted 2008 - served 4 year prison sentence
-Convicted 2013 - charges dropped due to lack of evidence
-Assault and Battery
Convicted 2014 - charges were dropped by the victim
-Arms Trafficking [CURRENTLY UNDER INVESTIGATION 2017]
-Human Trafficking [SUSPECTED]
I spent my youth in a small house in a city in the Krasnodar district in Russia, Novorossiysk. It was like every other city under the shadow of the so called communist government. Life was shit, people were poor, and the mob pretty much ran the shithole. The only thing that set this one apart from most is this one had a port, which so happens to be where my father worked. He worked on the dock mostly unloading and loading the boats and my mother was an assistant at some hole in the wall shop. We made enough to get by but not much more. In fact with the fall of the Iron Curtain, things seemed to get worse for us. Things were just shit. My parents didn't abuse me, or drink to (too) much excess, or anything like that. In fact if they probably deserved a better son, but oh well, my brothers are the only family I care for.
If the struggle for money wasn't enough for them, some friends and I started getting in trouble. It started at about age 9 with just throwing rocks at cars and running, small vandalism, and occasionally stealing shit from stores. Even the one my mother worked at. Ha, things started picking up for me when I was arrested at 12 years old for theft. I was with a friend from a few houses down and we were just fucking around, nothing to do so we decided to visit one of our favorite shops haha. We went in there, and I started filling my pockets with small shit as did he. As I made my way to the door, I guess the shop owner saw what I was doing and he grabbed me and called the police. My friend saw what happened and ditched like a bitch. The police came, called my father and they ended up not charging me with anything, but my father wasn't as forgiving. He took a paddle to my ass.
The next day after school, i walked up to my friends and punched the shit out of my bitch friend for leaving me there. Then when he was on the ground I kicked him over and over until he couldnt get up. I guess at that moment my path was determined for me.
As we grew older though, our mischief became more serious. I guess you could call us bullies at school, though we didn't go out of our way to steal lunch money or give wedgies or whatever Americans do. As we entered our teenage years, we would steal from cars, drink, smoke weed, bust out windows, shit on that level. I even started dealing drugs at 16. I dont know much about where it came from, or even the people I worked for, other than that I got my supply from some guy named Anton, my boss, and I think it came from shipments at the dock. That was territory that my friends wouldn't venture to, however. It was a way for me to do what my parents couldnt, actually provide for me and make money. I was sick of living like a peasant. I wanted money and I wanted a lot of it. Huh, I guess you could say the money was my drug now that I think of it.
One day in the fall when I was 17, I was in the middle of making a sale when the bitch said he couldnt a Ford what I was selling. He then had the bas to try to haggle a lower price. I told him to fuck off but he didnt listen. He started throwing words, I started throwing words, then I started throwing fists. I guess that was when the cop drove by and started to chase us. It was my lucky day as he went straight for me. Of course I was handcuffed, searched, and then arrested for drug possession. They have me four years for that. I turned 18 in a jail cell.
It was in prison where I would get inducted into the Vory V Zakone or the thieves in law after proving myself by beating down bitches who were testing me. I might have been 18, but I was not about to take shit from anyone. Once I was out I joined the Bratva that basically ran the city. They were into arms trading, human trafficking, and of course the drug trade that I was apparently working for before. We eventually transitioned more to the arms trade as violence in the world was growing. One prominant supplier and buyer was actually a certain fraction in chernaurus. It was during a trade deal at one of the dock cities that the outbreak happened, thus stranding me and my brothers there.