Full name:Peter Zhavkovich
Age: 18 (April 20th 1923)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Peter could be described as average, not to handsome and not to ugly either, standing in at 6 foot and a frame that reflects the farm work he used to do, his Light brown hair that could almost be described as blonde is cut to the grain, his blue gray eyes have a dreamy almost distant look to them like they are million miles away. He wears the conscript long coat and uniform but it's dirty and hasn't been cared for, it appears to be moth eaten
Personality:Peter is young and kind to everybody his happy go lucky attitude even appears to be infectious, but his inexperience makes him a little bit naive, it also appears his first few battles have driven him into a land of imagination within his head, the kid is cracked and it's beginning to show it's only a matter of time before hes entirely broken.
Brief history: Born in a small village in Georgia, to a farming family. Peter understood hardship and what it was like to work by the sweat of ones brow, but he loved it he wouldn't have it any other way he grew up on farm work for the first 17 years of his life, his father was conscripted, he was conscripted almost every boy and girl in his village was conscripted and sent to the front. His last promise to his mother and grandparents was he would return alive and bring glory to the family name.

His first battle was hell on earth, put into a green as grass regiment they were expected to charge German positions armed with little more than farm tools and a few assortment of rifles and guns. It was at that battle the regiments radioman was wounded knowing he was done for he called over Peter and in the process of bleeding out taught him how to use the radio. He expired just minutes after his little lecture, Peter took up his new job with gusto, but that didn't save his regiment from being all but wiped out the survivors being transferred into other regiments. 

It was after that battle that Peter found himself in the 16th, he became their new radioman and learned further how to use the big ass thing that dominated his back. There he serves with the 16th ready to roll into Novgorod and into the fires of hell itself.
Role: Radioman
Expertise: Being a radioman, he hasn't killed anybody directly, but indirectly he's probably killed tons.
Weaponry: SVT-40 Carbine
 Tokarev
 Smoke grenades