Aleksandr Linkonovski
Legacy Name: Aleksandr Linkonovski

Appearance::

Age::
30-something
Height / Weight::
6'4 (194 centimeters) / 195 lbs. (88 kilograms)
Hair Color / Eyes Color / Skin Tone / Build::
Medium length raven black, pale blue, fair, lean

Race::
Russian
Birthday/Zodiac Sign::
March 17th,(one year before Karl-heinz) / Pisces
Child::
Ilya Aleksandrov Linkonovski

Favorite Colors::
Charcoal gray, blue, dark red and copper
Things He Likes::
Keeping his eyes on the Germans - especially 'XVIII', going on 'individual mission' which no one really has data of what mission it is, working on espionage job and accomplishments
Personality::
Cold, cunning, workaholic, sarcastic and somewhat still obsessed with the days Soviet Union was roaming around Europe and able to control other countries

History::
The mysterious Russian army man who took an unusual interest on 'De', which no one really knows just -why- did he interest on him... nor his intention if he would be a friend or a foe to 'De'. Even now, after 'De' has 'simply vanished', he still tries to track down his 'subject of interest'...not for reunion with 'their' son but solely for his own purpose.

Though his personality is normally cold and calm, he's about as skillful at combat as 'De' and possibly even higher than Felix. With his intention or attitude towards the Zelersenburg still uncleared, 'De' considered him as the most dangerous threat.

He is a year older than Karl-heinz and very influenced at speaking German, as he used to be a frequent visitor to the East side of that country but somehow he didn't teach his son, Ilya, any.

Random Facts::
-As much as his size and appearance could fool you, he's not an average 'muscle head' soldier - his specialty also includes computer coding and hacking.

Today...it's Ilya's -birthday- again.

...Not that I care, my 'son' was hardly a new born even a few seconds after his birth. Thus, this whole -birthday- thing doesn't make sense at all in his case and it only makes sense that I see no importance about it that I should reschedule my work because of it.

It was early morning on a day in November. I was just returning from yet another 'mission' that required me to travel to the former territory of Soviet with fake identity to do some espionage work. Being November, it meant the sun wouldn't show up until very, very late.

I'm not afraid of darkness, actually, hearing that XVIII has a thing about darkness of the night urged me to get acquainted with it. Therefore, I chose the route that people nearly never used at all to get to my condo after reporting at the military headquarter. I don't like being around civilians...they are too weak and coward and no good for the country.

A scarcely lit route like this, one would have much difficulty to notice me while I had better chance at noticing anything out of ordinary. Little did I know what I would notice was...something that made 'out of ordinary' seemed to be understatement...

Something rushed past me from backward then stopped some distance ahead of me, blocking my path.

I reached and crutched the gun on my shoulder holster, preparing to eliminate whatever it was.

...Only to stare at it in disbelieve, my eyes wide opened to make sure the light, or the lack of it, didn't fool me.

At first, 'the thing' looked to be some kind of a body of energy/light element then it shifted itself into a form...of XVIII standing in front of me, a rag-liked cape covered his body with what's left of the Heer's uniform shirt underneath and wearing Eisernes Kreuz like always. He appeared to be somewhat confused, like he didn't know where he was or how he got there but then, he turned and his eyes focused on me...even with their semi-transparent status, I could still see the tinge of blue in their color, deep blue unlike the pale blue of mines.

A second later, XVIII, or at least what seemed resembling him, dove at me and, surprisingly with his barely exist state, knocked me down. In spite of the fact that I'm much heavier than him in weight, he was as tall as me and I'm no dwarf either when it comes to my height. As he straddled over me, his eyes stared deep into mines, as if trying to read something out of them. Still, being caught off guard with his sudden appearance in strange state didn't get me completely dumbfound that my instinct vanished. Interesting...whatever the Germans came up with to make him able to travel the great distance in such unusual way and caused his body to become translucent like this...I'd get all data available about it -once- I take him down and bring him back to my headquarter.

However, to my true astonishment...when I made my move, the barrel of the gun simply went through his head. I could still see part of it lodging in his head and he didn't seem to even care about it.

As if finally able to decide what he would do with me, the hands that clenched around the collar of my coat tightened and I wondered for a second if he was trying to strangle me. What would I do anyway? If I shot him, it was no doubt that the bullet would just go through him without any harm done. Was he a freaking spirit right now? What kind of experiment or technology the Germans came up with this??

Still without saying a word, XVIII leaned down more, his face merely in a range that I knew my breaths could reach him. And then, right before my eyes, the form XVIII was in started shrinking little by little and the translucent quality of the form began to become more and more solid...

By the time it ended, what was left that lied over my chests - clutching the collars of my coat tightly in its little hands just like XVIII had done - a small boy with raven black hair just like mine.

What the hell has just happened...?? Was XVIII dead there in 'that' country he stupidly volunteered to go and tried to spook me or something because he hates me so much? And worse yet, he left me with this boy I have no need to be involved with...

As time slowly passed and Ilya grew up, I usually thought back reflecting how my life had become involved with 'XVIII'. It all started some year when East Germany was still a 'property' of the Soviet Union...

In my own childhood, East Germany was just like another place of my own country - for being a part, western-most part, of the Iron Curtain. During tension of Cold War, we Soviet Union made it quite clear that we didn't like anyone to come and go within our territory as they please. Over a hundred of East Germans being shot dead for trying to 'reunite' with their 'Western' family proved that...and also the uncountable numbers of those from then-West Germany who sneaked across the border to try to learn something in the Eastern side...

One particular case was interrogated when my father happened to take me there during the time...being a rather high ranked, he was asked to join in the process. The prisoner was an officer from a certain secret movement agency in the West Germany, one that we learned their motive was to 'reunite' the two sides of Germany together.

Of course, he wouldn't spit out what exactly they were planning back in the other side. The most we could get from him was a snarl out of frustration about 'how you evil communist mother fuckers should start choosing the size of your coffins in preparation for what will happen one day'. Further investigation with drug and hypnosis involved, we leaned that the government of West Germany had obtained 'the Hounds' that would be used to drive the Soviet influences out of East Germany, even wage a war with us if it's necessary in order to get their East side back.

The best we managed to squeeze out of the bastard concerned these 'Hounds' was code numbers; 'XV' and 'XVIII' - nothing else. And then we 'disposed' him.

Sadly...things didn't go as the bastard spy and his accomplices planned...nor its outcome benefits us as well.

East Germany 'slipped' from our grasp in 1989, while the Soviet was being shaken inside from the stupid 'reformation' of some politicians. Eventually the inevitable 1991 rolled in and the Soviet Union was dissolved...

With East Germany broke free on their own will, the 'Hounds' were shown an unexpected 'STOP' sign. The 'chase' that they had planned back in the West never happened...the same with my future as a KGB that I was trained for, since the agency died down along with the dissolution of Soviet Union.

Still, the confrontation between us was inevitable...

One of those 'Hounds' turned into an until-recently general in the pathetically, heavily foreign force dependent German army. 'XVIII' Kasimir Zelersenburg...one of my 'would-have-been' victims; IF only...the East Germany was still our property.

Apparently, he knew about my history concerned the former 'East' side of his land just the same as I studied his past when I realized he is the mentioned 'XVIII'. A couple of times he visited Russia with the members of German government, he remained politely at peace with the Kremlin just for the sake of 'face' of his politician superiors. With me though, as we unfortunately had to present in the same place to allow our both countries to discuss military-related issues - although I was more in the background and let the higher ranked do the talk, the detestation I could detect from the way he looked at me was undeniable.

It's quite clear that even though Russia don't keep East Germany as a 'hostage' anymore, he still resented the Russian government for the responsibilities of 'preventing families from reuniting' resulting in numerous deaths of German people.

Many people say I'm obsessed with the 'XVIII'...well, why not when he was that intrigued? After several investigations, the fact that not many people known surfaced...and wasn't it a surprise that the Nazi spawn is a good friend with one of the most wanted mafia leaders in Russia? Funny how he hated Russian government so much yet he 'opened' his heart to a mafia, probably only because a mafia is not 'a government puppet'.

How on earth XVIII became a friend with Vladimir Petrovich instead when the event that led them to came across each other was that XVIII was on an assignment and happened to 'snap' the very same target the Petrovich gang also had an eye on? Weren't the retarded mafias supposed to be raged for losing face after failing to get rid of their target and hunt him down, like the other mafias would do?

...It doesn't matter. I could use that as a bait, if I get a hand on one of them - no matter who it will be. I can kill two birds with one stone...