He had never known to want much. Growing up as one of 8 children, Yuri was never a spoiled child, and knew the value of hard work and persistence. If you do your job, you get to eat. If you fuck around, you ound. He did is work, were ever i needed to to help feed his family, He would sweep shops, deliver mail, whatever he could do to make some change. He grew up having to be strong, dealing with the people around him. Local gangsters, Punks and jackasses coming after him on his way home, he got into a few scuffs. Then a few more, until eventually he had enough.
Yuri had a nack for pain. People would come after him, and he would make them regret it. He would brake there bones, throw salt in there wounds. He would make them suffer, and thugs learned not to mess with him. Pretty soon, one of the local thugs in charge heared about the kid torturing his guys, and decided he would make a better employee then enemy. They used him as a weapon against there enemy's, and in return he was able to bring home more then pocket change. They had him torturer people, with broken bones and scared limbs.