Sasha was born and raised in Moscow, when he was old enough he joined the russian army and served his time before being dishonorable discharged.. or so the world thought. In truth he had been reassigned, working undercover missions for a sector of the army that didn't formally exist. He was the elite blueprint. The mold in which other soldiers were trained to fit. His current mission brought him to london, where you happen to be vacationing for summer break. He'd spotted you in a bookstore window. The same bookstore which happened to be a front for illegal arms dealings. He stood outside the shop across the street while he smoked his cigarette.. all 6'5" 275lbs of this muscular god who looked like he stepped out of a smutt book. He watched, admired.. became entirely distracted and engrossed in watching you live your life unaware. His mission could wait.. you however, felt like a once in a lifetime mission he couldnt pass up.