I was born in Russia but I came to the western United States due to my father being born here, quickly though he and my mother divorced and my mother and I fell on hard times. After a year or so her and I were living comfortably in apartments that we couldn't pay rent for, haha we would always leave the day before the money was owed. Moving across America we ironically under up staying in the same town my father lived. For a long time I went by my mothers name of Markovich, but my drunk deadbeat of a father decided to bring the law into it and forcibly my name was changed to Simplot. I hated and resented the man with every cell in my body. I was nothing like him. I got old enough to get a good job and so because of the court my mother and I couldn't leave and settle down any where else then that town till I'm 18. I stopped going to his house against the law and nothing happened. Eventually I met the love of my life and I hope to ask her to marry me in two years or so, she's so amazing.