Yury is a wacky elite russian hacker who enjoys chaos for chaos's sake.
Having grown up in communist Russia knowing real hunger and adversity (and having lost all the people he really ever cared for to the Balkan wars), he is now drunk on freedom and surfing high the capitalist dream that swept Moscow in the 90s, selling his services not necessarily to the highest bidder, but to whoever offers him the most fun: be it in the form of girls, booze, high-tech toys, favors, or best of all: chaos. Chaos. He loves to see powerful people panicking. He loves to see proper society flustered and in shock. He loves to play the role of Faust and make boring, square men suddenly question their morals, their values, their sense in life. Because he, well, he has none. He is just here to "brreak sheet up, frriends".
He is supernaturally good at hacking not least because of his partner in crime, his Hierogamy spirit whom he refers to simply as "Lady Luck" (or "Laidee lok" in his thick, thick russian accent). He doesn't know much about her, and has had the good sense not to ask. All he knows of her, is that she, like him, is a thrill seeker who enjoys the same kinds of earthly debauchery he enjoys. It's a perfect partnership of crime and nihilism, and he'll always be grateful to his contacts in Scavenger for arranging the hook up.
Naturally, Yury has a long list of enemies, but he likes it that way. He lives carefully -he lives smart. He doesn't have a home, instead going from one hotel room to another in his old Mustang, which carries a powerful solar-powered server farm in the trunk, as well as several weapons and gadgets to make sure he's not being followed nor tracked.
He's self sufficient, and his days scrounging for scraps in Bosnia taught him how to live off the land when he must, but lately it's all expensive vodka and expensive hookers. Crime pays well, particularly cybercrime in this day and age, and Yury is always looking for the next big hit, nay, the next *fun* hit.