VIKTOR LVOVICH BOYATA. FIELD OPERATIVE, BLACK VEIL.
❄️ ( john david washington. cis male. he/him/his ) in krovograd , survival is a test of both skill and morality — will VIKTOR LVOVICH BOYATA withstand the horrors , or will the city break them ? over the comms , their voice cuts through the static : “I'M AN INSTRUMENT. I HAVE NO TIME FOR FEAR.” our records confirm they are a 40 year old FIELD OPERATIVE , assigned to BLACK VEIL for SEVEN YEARS. field reports describe them as QUICK-WITTED AND DISCIPLINED , though firsthand accounts suggest they are equally UNBENDING AND ABRASIVE under pressure. there’s something about them — something in the way they move , speak , or fight — that brings to mind PRAY FOR ME ( THE WEEKND AND KENDRICK LAMAR ). maybe it's just a coincidence. or maybe , it says everything.
DATA.
Full Name: Viktor Lvovich Boyata
Age: Forty (b. 2 September 1965)
Pronouns: He/him
Orientation: ?
Affiliation: Black Veil (beginning c. 1999)
Occupation/Rank: Field Operative
Place Of Origin: Krovograd (prev. USSR)
Ethnicity: Black (Congolese)
Languages spoken: Russian, Swahili, French, English
Known family: Leon Boyata (father); Antoinette Elenga (mother)
TIMELINE.
1961 - Leon Boyata and Antoinette Elenga, immigrants from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, are students at a Soviet university. They begin a relationship, and are married before the end of the year.
1966 - Their only child, Viktor, is born in Krovograd, where Leon works in one of the research facilities as an engineer. He is given a Slavic name and a patronym, observing the culture of their new homeland.
1972 - Leon dies in a factory accident. Antoinette is forced to take on work to support herself and her young child.
1983 - Antoinette dies of cancer, leaving her son as an orphan at seventeen years old.
1984 - Viktor joins the military, training and achieving the rank of sergeant. He continues to make a military career, serving primarily in the district close to Krovograd.
1991 - With the fall of the Soviet Union, Viktor's army service comes to an end. He begins a career with the police and joins a local militia to fill the void, and to attempt to bring some order in his home town.
1999 - After several years of resistance, Viktor opts to join the Black Veil, initially considering it it an opportunity to continue defending the only home he knows.
2005 - As a field agent, he plays an instrumental part in the Black Veil's action to seize the underground. If he has any reservations about what the organization is doing, he's never spoken about it.
2006 - Viktor has little left to him except his duty to the Black Veil. He still tells himself that it is necessary to keep Krovograd safe from the encroachment of outsiders
INTERVIEW.
001. WHAT'S YOUR STORY? ARE YOU KROVOGRAD-BORN, NEWLY DEPLOYED, OR JUST ANOTHER POOR SOUL WHO ENDED UP IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME?
“Krovograd-born,” he answers easily, though he knows it probably shows just from how he speaks. He's calm, his back ram-rod straight as one finger taps against his thigh. “But if you're asking how I got here: my parents came to the Soviet Union to attend school. Seeking stability when they left their homeland.” He scoffs, the notion obviously ridiculous to all parties in retrospect. “Imagine, looking for stability. In a place like this.”
002. THE CITY IS A WARZONE, CRAWLING WITH THINGS THAT SHOULDN'T EXIST. WHAT'S YOUR TAKE ON ALL OF THIS? FEAR, DUTY, OR SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY?
“I am doing my job,” he says shortly, his eyes glinting in the dim light as they speak. “It's not my job to ask questions. Only what I need to know.” He pauses a moment, then shakes his head. “I'm not afraid. I wouldn't have made it this far if I was, would I?” Though his expression is dispassionate, he looks away for a moment. “I do what needs doing. That's all.”
003. OUT HERE STRENGTHS KEEP YOU ALIVE, WEAKNESSES GET YOU KILLED. TELL ME, WHAT'S YOUR BEST ASSET IN A SURVIVAL SITUATION? AND WHAT'S GOING TO BE YOUR DOWNFALL?
Viktor sighs, growing irritated by the questioning now. “I'm prepared for anything,” he says simply. “And I appreciate challenges. As for my weakness?” He smiles wryly, a challenge in his dark eyes. “...I don't play well with others.”
004. DESPERATION MAKES PEOPLE DO UGLY THINGS. WHERE DO YOU DRAW THE LINE? OR SHOULD I ASSUME THERE ISN'T ONE?
“My livelihood comes from doing ugly things,” he points out as he stands. “Someone has to do the ugly things, sometimes, if they want anything to change.” He leans in close, looming, his voice low. “You would be wise not to make assumptions about me. Or anyone in this city. The people of Krovograd have all done what they needed to survive.”
