Kiryl... Wait is that fucking Danila Bagrov???

Kiryl Histrikov was born in 1973 to single father Vladimir in a town near the sprawling woods Nubizkyl. Even as a child, he already displayed the behavior of a hot-headed and fussy child, which was a nightmare for Vladimir to deal with at times. When he was just 6 years old, after not finding anyone available to look after Kiryl, he simply took Kiryl with him along his hunting trips, making sure to keep the guns away from him. Young Kiryl could only observe as his father took down a brown bear with ease. Taking notice of his interest, Vladimir taught him how to hold a rifle when he was 14 years old. However, the beginning of his “training” was a rocky one, as Kiryl would get frustrated over the smallest of things. As a result, he and his father didn’t develop the best relationship with each other, and it continued to worsen over the course of his teenage years. Kiryl’s school life was pretty unremarkable, aside from the fact that he got himself into petty fights with others. These actions got him in trouble, both at school with his principal and at home with his father. They were often the source of their frequent arguments, and no matter what kind of words or insults were exchanged, it all ended in Kiryl running away from home and sleeping in the woods. Using a makeshift bed, he would sleep inside of fallen logs or underneath shrubs in nothing but his jacket and joggers. When sunrise came, he’d fix up and head back home, not daring to look at his father on the porch drinking coffee or playing poker with their neighbor.

When he was 18 and had just graduated from high school in 1991, Kiryl was walking along the sidewalk in Nubizkyl when he stumbled across a “FOR HIRE” poster of a restaurant looking for a dishwasher. Wanting his own money, he walked inside and was personally greeted by the owner, who gladly hired him on the spot. He spent his days scrubbing dirty plates and utensils, and at first he was grateful for the job he got. However, over time, he felt frustrated that he wasn’t given a more “worthy” role, and often lashed out at his fellow staff when they even so slightly irritated him. It had created a hostile workplace and the possibility of Kiryl flinging the seventh plate at the wall for that week.

After being fed up by his unfriendly behavior, the owner fired him after a year of working. When Vladimir found out, he exploded, setting off as one of their biggest arguments. Chairs were thrown, windows were broken, Vladimir even attempted to shoot at Kiryl out of anger. He kicked him out that same night, and, leaving with nothing but his clothes and personal things, was forced to sleep in an abandoned factory. The woods were a nice option, but even while fuming with anger, he knew better than to share a home with deadly bears and the occasional wolves that pass through the forests.

From 1992 to 1994, Kiryl was left homeless as he bounced between abandoned buildings, the woods, and secluded campgrounds. He had no means of money, and what little he had left in his wallet wouldn’t last long. He bounced between different odd jobs, such as being a janitor and a dishwasher again at a Union-styled diner. His boss was much different; he was ruthless and more prone to shouting at staff. Kiryl was no exception, and when he couldn’t match his burning flame, he was deeply humbled. Eventually, Kiryl kept his head down and did his work quietly. On the side, he also worked as a babysitter for large struggling families. Not only could he earn extra money, but he could also use the families’ shower to bathe and could also lump in his laundry to wash.

From his hectic work to his continued homelessness, Kiryl was always extremely tired. His tiredness gave him no room to be angry anymore: not when the kids he’s babysitting were being annoying brats; not when his boss was yelling at him over a mislooked stain on a plate; not when Politsiya forced him out in the middle of the night. Over time, he became calmer, learned to be more patient with the things he’s doing. He found that he loved looking after kids; their wild imagination and endless wonder was something he’ll never get tired of. His father probably saw the same thing in him before, even through his hot-headed attitude.

He also learned that he really loved cooking. While in the kitchen at his work, he would eye the chefs cooking different foods. Though the best he could cook was… something resembling food in a tin can, he dreamt of being the one on the stove holding the iron skillet. He was particularly eyeing chef Pyotr Frolov, who could cook every dish on the menu flawlessly. He was constantly praised by their boss, and was jealous of him because he was the only few who weren’t yelled at. He envied him greatly, but knew that getting angry over that would get him nowhere.

One day, while stacking the final plate precariously, Kiryl was approached by Pyotr, of all people. At first, he didn’t know what he wanted with someone like him, but he just mentioned wanting to talk. So they did all throughout their shift. Even once they packed up and left, they still continued talking. When they arrived at Pyotr’s usual bus stop, Kiryl waved him goodbye, but he could still feel him boring holes at the back of his head, both of them knowing that he’s walking in the direction of an abandoned house nearby. It was just meant to be a one-time thing, but Kiryl was proven wrong.

Over the next few weeks, they continued talking, with both of them opening up about being victims to their boss’s verbal ramblings. Eventually, they bonded more than just shared trauma, and soon became great friends. Considering that Pyotr was his first true friend, Kiryl was pretty awkward to talk to. However, Pyotr didn’t mind at all. After learning about his homelessness, Pyotr had offered him a place to stay at his apartment. They could split on the bills and rent as well as grocery expenses. Kiryl accepted right away, and moved in with what little belongings he had. Even though Pyotr was manning about 70% of the expenses, Kiryl still helped out by pitching in his own money on groceries and repairs.

However, after the dissolution of the Noobic Union in 1996, everything went to hell. The economy tanked, and both Kiryl and Pyotr were laid off from their jobs after the restaurant shut down. While Pyotr found a job surprisingly quickly as a warehouse worker, Kiryl was still struggling to find stability. When rent was piling up and seeing that Pyotr was struggling on his own, Kiryl knew what he had to do. One cold night in October of 1996, through word-of-mouth from past rich clients who ate at the restaurant, he mapped his way through narrowing alleyways and found himself at the front doors of the Nubagami.

Kiryl was wearing his best smart-casual attire, but before he entered, he overheard a drunk man rambling about gambling the night away to make it big. Suddenly, an idea came to his head. He walked up to the woman at the front desk, telling her that he wanted to gamble. With a grumpy expression that could’ve rivaled young Kiryl’s, she led him downstairs and into a different world altogether. There were pool tables, a mini bar, and card tables filled with eager players. He was seated next to some rich-looking people in suits and ties. He felt himself shrinking as he betted his entire rent money of 6,000 noubles on the line.

However, in a shocking turn of events, Kiryl was able to come back out of that den with 950,000 noubles by playing his cards right. He didn’t even know he could make an unreadable poker face. He arrived back at his apartment and showed Pyotr the money, and they used it to pay the rent and buy food. Finally, they were both able to rest easy, with Kiryl being able to finally relax after a long while. He focused his full attention on his babysitting job and decided to become a hunter just like his father. He took out his old rifle given to him by Vladimir, the same one he first held all those years ago and, utilizing the knowledge taught to him, hunted and even camped out in the woods for multiple days, just enjoying the scenic view. He even cooked his food on an open campfire, simmering tushonka in a pot or roasting sato on a stick.

Then, in March of 1998, Kiryl’s estranged uncle had found his contact and told him that his father Vladimir wanted to talk to him after six years of radio silence. At first, he absolutely detested the idea, but after giving it a bit more thought, he decided to meet him at Strugatsky Park. There, Vladimir apologized profusely to Kiryl, finally revealing that his mother had passed after giving birth to him, and he was a physical reminder of that loss. He tried loving Kiryl with all his heart, but his own behavior drove a wedge between them, and it ultimately led to Vladimir truly snapping for the first time. To hear his father say these revelations so calmly was what disturbed him, but he knew it was a dark time for his father now that Kiryl knew why his mother was absent in his life.

Though he didn’t forgive him fully, Kiryl decided to make amends with his father, considering he was getting old with no one by his side. His aforementioned uncle was overseas, leaving Vladimir with no other family besides Kiryl. They stayed for a while after their heavy talk, even buying some döners for the both of them. That’s when Vladimir mentioned that he had a will for Kiryl specifically, and if he were to pass away, his only son will be the one to inherit the money in his will. From that day on, he tried his best to be active in his father’s life, even when he was getting old. He would often visit his old childhood home to look after his father, despite him saying that he’s fine being on his own. He didn’t mind being around him anymore; he more so became numb to all the previous resentment he felt towards Vladimir.

Kiryl is a humble and optimistic man, who doesn’t let anything bother him. He learns to be more forgiving and takes his time to see the side of every argument, making him incredibly perspective but also very passive. Whether it comes to interpersonal problems or his passion for hunting, he’d rather let nature run its course without him interfering. As a result, he’s somewhat lazy and is known to be a big idler.

Kiryl has brown, side-swept hair. He wears a red flanneled polo with its sleeves rolled up and a crema-colorwd, long-sleeved shirt underneath it. He wears dark brown pants, a black belt and matching shoes. He also has aviator-styled glasses and a white bandaid across his nose. Kiryls tall and lean.

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Alternate history Russian Federation in this timelime Russia is called Nussia and the Soviet Union was called the Noobic Union in 1998 a war broke out that led to the Noobic Union dissolving. Crime is common and inflation is high. The year is 2000. Also America is called Amerika