"Boris The Bullet Dodger" - ProfilesArchive

About Me

My given name is Boris Yurinov. Over my years of work I have gained the nickname "The Blade". And to the men who fear me, I am called "Boris The Bullet Dodger". The story behind that name is simple, and I will not go into it. Currently I am a well to do salesman of the arms. But I will not tolerate being referred to as an "arms dealer" as I am to be respected YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! I joke, I joke. But in all seriousness I will never have a problem with shooting a good pal in the face if they dare disrespect me. I can turn a smile into a frown in mere seconds. My shooting skills are phenomenal. And even when I miss, I still come out on top. Because I dodge them. All of the bullets. I have decided to use this "Myspace", as these Americans call it, for communication purposes, because the scraggle-toothed brits have destroyed my phone lines. The power company in this city is a fool. I fucking hate Pikeys. And who is this Tom character? He is not my friend, I have never seen him before...you watch your back Tom...I have been shot enough to know that you cannot stop me. Never can you stop Boris The Bullet Dodger.
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My Interests

Weapons, of course, are in my feild of interest. I find that heavy is good, heavy is reliable. The bigger and louder the rifle, the better the rifle is. So when I begin a sale I like to stress that important fact. And as for quality, like I always say, if it doesn't work you can always hit them with it. Lately I have also become rather interested in the...the business of transporting jewels. Do not get me wrong, I am no feminine, gold wearing, son of a fool. But I find that rather big jewels attract my eye. Also my pockets.

I'd like to meet:

Someday I wish to travel to the United States to meet Harvey Keitel. I feel as though we could become great palls. Though if he double crossed my feelings of friendship, I'd have to eliminate him with a quick hit to the cranium.

Music:

I prefer to listen to something classical. Opera even. It matters what mood I'm in I suppose. For instance, if I'm about to go take care of some important buisness I might turn on a bit of Gioacchino Rossini while I prepare. Does this make me soft? Well no, it does not. It calms my hands, so that when they are needed for killing I am FULLY ABLE!

Movies:

I do not watch movies. The media and all forms of it discust me. I would much rather gamble. Yet again, I cannot. The bookies are all out to soil my good name. We'll see who does the soiling...

Books:

I have never been much of a reader. Books were never that big of a deal in the old country. Since my early years, guns have completely discouraged any type of reading.

Heroes:

Faddey Faddeyevich Bellingshausen of course. I would much like to have been able to recover Anastasia. But as time passes, it is highly unlikely the Tzar's daughter still lives. As the foolish British say here in the UK, "Bullocks to that."