A veteran from Afghanistan, a man with a severe gambling addiction and a serious lack of luck. In order to evade a mindblowing debt towards a notorious criminal organisation of New York, Korbac did the unthinkable : he deserted the army and fled the country.
Travelling through Europe, never stopping for more the a week at a time at any given place, Korbac ended up burning through all his savings and living off the streets. Having reached Moscow by that point, a year or so had gone by since he'd escaped his loan sharks. Unable to travel again, he established himself in an alleyway, living off the scraps of wealthier people and the benevolence of his silent neighbor, the toothless old chap who never said more than a grunt when he wanted to share or ask for a swig of the alcohol flask.
After a drunken night, Korbac never saw the black van that tailed him back to his alley. He never saw the two men jumping out of the van, and even less the one who pistol whipped the nape of his neck. When he came to, Korbac was standing in the woods, with barely the clothes upon his back. That's when the adventures began...
They are everywhere. These poor souls. Someone has to give them the rest they deserve.