Nicu

Let me tell you about the Chewy to my skinny, un-charismatic and chickenshit Han Solo: He's 6'4", 245 lbs, all muscles. His name is Nicu, he was raised in a romanian orphanage, the Ceaucescu regime fell right about he became an adult. Shortly after that, he hopped on a boat to Italy, where he jumped overboard to avoid immigration officers, he swam ashore, hitch-hiked it's way to Paris where he joined the Foreign Legion. He did two five-years stints with the Legion, Where he learned six-languages (Urdu and Pashto among them) and became an expert in desert and mountain combat.
He refuses to talk about what he did during those ten years, other than what his training was like. To a guy like Nicu, spending 3 days without food and sleep in the leech-infested swamps of French Guyana is a lifestyle improvement over the life of a mistreated orphan. So naturally, Karachi is to him what Martha’s Vineyard is to me. He knows the right people and the right places. He gets 800 euros a day and he deserves every penny.