Agent Name: Linchev "Link" Stanislavski (Лынчев Станисла́вский)
Agent Country of Origin: Soviet Russia
D.O.B: February 2nd, 1960
ID No.: 4710111
D.O.D: 1983 (after serving in Afghanistan)
Prior (Cold War) Employment: A doctor, trained in Volgograd and serving in Afghanistan as a field medic and surgeon.
Current Employment: Currently still a doctor, now running the local infirmary atop one of the many hills of Teplee.
Agent Biography: From the moment Linchev Stanislavski had been born into this world- In Stalingrad (later renamed Volgograd) Hospital, on February 2nd, 1960- he was what the KGB and CIA regarded as ‘a noteworthy subject’.
His situation, and lineage, was quite uncanny, really.
His father, Sergeievich Stanislavski- otherwise known as ‘минута человек’ (Minuta Chelovek – The Minute Man)- had served during the Battle of Stalingrad, and utilised a Lassus power of his own: The ability to slow time to a stop for one whole minute.
During this brief pause, he’d made his name by slitting the throats of six German snipers in what seemed to be the blink of an eye.
But this was not the only extraordinary factor in Linchev’s genetic history, not by far.
His mother, Constance Stanislavski (née Balakirev), was a member of the Komanda Sneg Yastreb operating in Eastern Germany during the ’53 uprising.
She too possessed a Lassus power: The ability to move at an elevated speed for a short period of time (if she operated the ability for too long, she’d burn up and fall unconscious.)
Constance was a rugged, iron-forged example of a Russian woman: With parents like Linchev’s, how could he ever grow up to be anything but a soldier?
… Linchev graduated from St. Lenin’s Medical School in Volgograd, 1978 with honours, and a perfect surgical record.
Despite his military lineage, Linchev was a clement soul: Since he was very young, he’d always exhibited an interest in helping people, as opposed to harming them.
And in that respect, his parents had been a massive influence upon him: The Lassus ability they passed onto him bestowed the remarkable ability to perform quick and efficient surgeries, often without the need to even spill blood.
He loathed blood. And loathed the cold war into which he’d been born.
When he was twenty, he rejected an invitation to join the Komanda Sneg Yastreb in favour of studying instead to become a field medic.
The allies had thought, perhaps, this would make him an easier subject to recruit: However, upon first interviewing him, the Western powers found that- despite his hatred for warfare, and the Sneg Yastreb- he was a fond believer in the potential of Communism, and not keen to betray his motherland…
Not until he qualified for conscription, at any rate: In late 1980, Linchev was deployed to the Soviet Warzone in Afghanistan to serve as a field medic for those battling the Mujahideen in the name of glorious communism.
It didn’t take long for Linchev to become enlightened to the violent nature of his nation’s cause; POWs were tortured, and he was forbidden to care for them; Soldiers died in his arms on the field, be they Afghan or Russian, and Linchev witnessed intense acts of cruelty.
When he returned to the Soviet Union for temporary leave in May of 1983, he quickly sought out the agent that had originally attempted to recruit him for Project Deimos, and agreed vigorously to assisting West in opposing the Communist agenda.
The following month, Linchev was taken to Czechoslovakia under the guise of attending a medical conference, before being transported to Austria, and flown from there to the United States.
He’d said goodbye only to his parents.
His father had resented him for abandoning the “righteous cause” of Communism, but had refused to turn him in to the Stasi, for he still remained his son…
His mother was proud, because- quite frankly- she always preferred to fight on the winning side, and the West looked to be building its new army well.
After Deimos’ dissolution in the early 90s, Linchev made no attempts to return to his homeland: Upon learning that Teplee’s clinic was totally without an administrator, he’d promptly volunteered himself for the position.
The cold was not dissimilar from his homeland, and he found his talents appreciated far more in his new community, although accusations of his supposed communist disposition still fly in from time to time.
Psych Evaluation: Although Linchev witnessed some great atrocities in Afghanistan (which has been described as “The Soviet Union’s Vietnam”), he is of a relatively stable disposition.
He’s cheery and sociable, although he does quite noticeably grow fearful whenever anyone accuses him of maintaining communist sympathies, as the attitudes of cold war- for him, at least- never truly ended.
Unlike a lot of soldiers, he revels in these times of peace: Teplee is all he ever dreamed of, a quiet little town in which to practice his healing trade.
All the same, however, he is painfully aware of his identity as a foreigner in this country, and, to some, as the enemy.
Physical features: Standing at 5’9 and weighing somewhere around nine stone, Linchev is a skinny soul.
His skin is pale, but without blemishes, and his cheekbones are noticeably high.
Although his eyes are a milky blue, they’re not immediately apparent behind his round-framed glasses, which tend to attract glare almost constantly.
His hair is shaggy and black, and falls just short of his chin: It’s very clean, though, all the same.
‘Lassus’ Power: Linchev is capable of slowing down his own perception of time to a crawl, meaning that- in the eyes of all those around him- he's moving at a highly elevated speed. It's using this ability that Linchev was capable of becoming such a prolific surgeon, as he can slow the bleeding of a patient to a near-stop, at least in his own eyes.
Purposes this ability served during wartime: Linchev was to be deployed as a field medic, capable of performing complex surgeries on the battlefield, even whilst bullets were flying.
Notes: Having received no formal language lessons, Linchev instead learned English by watching British period-dramas (such as 'Pride and Prejudice' and 'Pygmalion'.).
He still watches them to this day, although obviously he does so by himself.
When asked about this, he'll deny it and instead insist that he was taught English "behind The Iron Curtain."
