Born to a secular family of merchants in a very religious country Suleiman decided it would be best for business if he'll make an impression of a practicing Muslim.
It worked, when it was his turn to take a hold of his father's trading company deals were closing left and right and new uncharted territories would soon follow.
Working with people got me to learn new languages - specifically English and Hebrew.
Trading in spices and wears was profitable to a point, but with the fall of the USSR military merchandise flooded the market and Suleiman took the opportunity.
First - the familiar wears, then a few shipments of body armor, a few old Jeeps for parts and eventually firearms and newly assembled tanks waiting to enter service.
Working in Chernarus was always a good vacation, but one day things got real bad.