Also I figured that I should post the bio paragraph from last week as well (for those of you who forgot):Imran Volokov was born in the hills around modern day Piligino in the USSR. From an early age, his father, Ivan, taught him how to hunt with his old Mosin-Nagant leftover from his days in the army during the Great War. Ivan managed to hide his rifle away and isolate himself from the revolution in a small hut in the hills where he started a family. Ivan always taught Imran how to manage his own freedom, survive and to never let politics destroy him. When the Germans invaded, all that changed. With his parents dead and his home burned all Ivan had was his father’s hunting rifle and his survival instinct. While the rest of the Red Army had pulled back across the Volga, he found an abandoned die-casting plant and set up his hunting ground. He’d lure the Wehrmacht into his line of sight take them down, one at a time. Over time the Germans named him “Wilde Scharfschützen” (Savage Sniper). Imran’s survival tactics were considered legendary among those in the Red Army. After he made his kill and stripped the bodies of anything he found useful and then left their fleshy hides on the surrounding trees as a warning. Officially he was not a member of the Red Army but a phone line covered by rubble kept him in touch with Moscow and allowed him to be resupplied from time to time. Towards the latter years of the German advance into Russia the SS attempted to kill Imran with an artillery strike on the factory. To their dismay, every shot missed, leading the Germans to think that the factory was cursed and that “Der Wilde Scharfschützen” was an agent of Satan. Imran stayed in and around the plant until he was relieved ten months later. Imran was offered an officer’s commission; money rewards and many medals but refused them all. Instead, he trekked south to Ukraine and the Black Sea and was never heard from again.
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