Anatoli Ivanov

> "It's not as bad as Saint Petersburg, but it isn't good either. Not even close."
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> --Anatoly Ivanov
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**Anatoli Sergeyevich Ivanov** is nothing but a trader, friend, and comedian. Hailing from Leningrad, Anatoli's parents sailed to America a few years back,

## General Information

### Alias(es)

Communist Delta (By Patriots)Anatoli the Chef (By citizens of New Putinburg)

### Place of Birth

Finlyandskiy Railway Station, Leningrad, Russia, Soviet Union

## Factions & Relationships

### Relative(s)

Mr. Ivanov (Father; Deceased)Mrs. Ivanov (Mother; Deceased)

Yuri Ivanov (Son)

Sergei Ivanov (Son)

Svetlana Ivanov (Daughter)

Natalia Ivanov (Daughter)

### Affiliation

Finlyandskiy Railway Station survivorsNew Putinburg

Red Bear Pub & Hotel

hoping to find a better life. Well, as you might have guessed, this didn't go as planned. Anatoli says that he's seen the true horrors of Leningrad, the Starmen of Moscow, and even the Great Bear of Kamchatka. These statements are probably false as most of these creatures are long dead, being killed by wastelanders long before he was born. These do make great stories while sitting around a campfire, eating Anatoli's homemade Chicken Kiev and rounds of vodka though. He owns the Red Bear Hotel & Pub in the small settlement of New Putingrad, which is operated by people of Russian and Ukrainian descent.

## Biography

Anatoli Sergeyevich Ivanov was born to a blacksmith and a daughter of a Polis Ranger inside of the Finlyandskiy Railway Station in Leningrad, Russia. Having heard the rumors of the great horrors that lurk outside ever since he was born, Anatoli never ventured towards the surface. Not even when his friends had dared him to, not even when his friends dropped a ball and it rolled towards the exit during a game of catch. Nobody, and I mean nobody, was allowed near the exit. When the Polis Rangers' numbers were beginning to dwindling, Anatoli's parents were afraid that they would be cast out onto the surface like many before them. Why did they do this? They couldn't protect everyone. The weak and the elderly were sent to die in the freezing cold. And so, Anatoli's father devised an idea. His father had sailed across the Volga on a makeshift sailboat, only guarded by spikes and a few motion-activated hunting traps. Now, he knew that the boat would have to be bigger and stronger, so he secretly stole materials from other blacksmiths and even parts of Ranger vehicles.

They left on their own accords afterwards, setting out to the nearest body of water they could find. Luckily, they met a wandering hunter, Yuri. He offered to give them his boat if they give him Anatoli's gloves and boots. Although his mother said otherwise, his father agreed. It was definite that he would get frostbite on his hands and feet. Yuri led them to a giant boat, which was comprised of thousands of pieces of rubble, scaffolding, and wooden planks that had fell out of trucks when the bombs fell. According to Yuri, it took thirty years to complete the boat, having started at age 20. On top of all of this, it was already well armored. I guess stealing all of those things from the citizens in Polis was for nothing, huh? It took them five years to reach America inside of that boat, Anatoly having turned 17 by the time they arrived. It wasn't at all what they were thinking, not even by a long shot. Raiders, Gunners, Enclave, and even a newly arrived faction known as the Patriots were in a bloody conflict. A local family had brought them in, sheltering them from the harsh realities of post-war America. They thought it would be a paradise, skyscrapers and billboards lighting up the night sky just like the old days, but it wasn't. It was the closest thing to Hell on Earth. They should've stayed in Polis, they thought. Maybe they should've remembered what happened in Moscow.

This family who took them in were very keen on getting them comfortable. Couches, beds, and even a (semi) working television in the living room, this house had it all. Life was good for a few years. No fighting. No deaths. That was until the Patriots came. You see, they weren't too keen on having foreigners in their country, and so they invaded their house. Somebody must've ratted them out, because nobody outside of the apartment knew of their secret. The Patriots rounded the family up, hogtied them to poles, and ordered civilians into the square. There was the family, covered in bruises and lacerations. They were going to die at the hands of these "people". However, if it was just pure coincidence or destiny, a deathclaw intervened. A giant, reptilian creature experimented on for combat purposes. They broke out of their captivity and ran away with the Good Samaritans, heading west. There, they would settle down at a small town known as Trump (named after late president Donald J. Trump). Here, they were safe. No Patriots, no deathclaws, only the last surviving bastion of the US military and their families who had been put in cryosleep long ago. This would be Anatoli's parents' resting place, his father dying of bowel cancer and his mother dying of tuberculosis respectively. They were buried at the Eric Trump Cemetery after an open casket funeral, which only Anatoli and the family who had taken them in attended.

Anatoli moved further west, hoping to make some type of income. While in Trump, he may have lived well and was comfortable but was very poor. And so, he began his caravan business after buying a brahmin for five bottle caps from a shepherd. His business didn't do very well. He sold clothes and other things he found on corpses, which made people very uncomfortable, especially because he did this in broad daylight most of the time. He did make some good money after selling a diamond necklace he found, gaining 500 bottle caps. He was shocked. He hadn't ever seen this much money before in his life. But, like everything, this joy came to an end after being robbed by raiders and having his brahmin killed. Now injured and alone, he embraced death. He wanted to die at this point. He had no money, no weapons, no food, nothing. But, once again, he was saved. This time by a group of Russians who were just wandering the wastes. They brought him to their settlement, New Putingrad, located just near a cliff. It was perfect. Pre-war Russian carpets lined the grounds of the marketplace, a giant building resembling the Kremlin staring down at the rest, and a statue of Vladimir Putin. He was home. This was Anatoli's closest experience to pre-war Russia, and he couldn't be happier.

As the years passed, he made a name for himself. He would sit down at a campfire every Sunday night alongside some of the settlement's elite and would serve his father's famous Chicken Kiev and vodka. They would drink all night until the sun came up, when they would return home. Because of this, Anatoli was given his very own pub. Here, he could actually make money from his talents. And with the potato farms, he could produce a lot of vodka. The two-headed chickens held inside of cages in the marketplace was just what he needed for his Chicken Kiev. This was his life now. A popular chef living inside of a small Russian town in America. I can't say he expected it. And even though he was busy during his work hours at the pub, he still found time to sit down at that same campfire and have a good time. He named his pub "Red Bear Hotel & Pub" after the nickname given to his family after being captured by Patriots. As of today, Anatoli shows no signs of stopping. He married Samara Velkomovich and had four sons, but still won't stop working. They now all work at the family pub, officially making Red Bear the first family owned business in New Putingrad. I guess he did have a better life in America after all.

## Trivia

* Anatoli Sergeyevich Ivanov is planned to be included in Russian Connection.
* Anatoli, despite his first language being Russian, mostly speaks English.
* No records exist of Anatoli being inside of the Finlyandskiy Railway Station at any time, making it possible that he fabricated his background.