My name is Steven Walker and I am 27, American, and a Firearms dealer and historian. My story starts with my wife who I have been happily married for over 5 years now. Well, maybe not so happy after she found out I was cheating on her with one of my contacts. Being a sympathetic man I was looking for any way I could win her back. I was also trying not to lose half of my earnings from the gun shop that I own. Sadly it became apparent that the only chance I had to winning her back was to find her family ring that she was so desperately in love with. I knew that it was my only chance, however she was born in Chernarus and so was her family. This was a problem because, not following the news very frequently, i learned that the country was locked for locked for travel for some reason. However i had struck good when one of my past contacts who lived in Chernarus was sending frequent messages for more gun shipments. I was able to arrange a shipment of WWII Mosin Nagants for what he called "cause" in exchange for him finding a way to get me across. I was arranged to meet him in Ukraine and I would take a boat with one of his friends who was also trying to get into Chernarus to assist in fighting "Those things". I did do a little studying on the area and learned that my wife's ring was in Staroy and learned a little Russian. However on the boat ride their his friend was constantly telling me to stay down and keep the lights off. It felt like he was tense and we were smuggling something illegal by the way he was acting. However when I was instructed, not asked, to sleep he locked me inside the cabin. When I eventually fell asleep i awoke face down in the sand with scrapes and burns on my back and chest. It looked like i was tossed into a fire, that is when i felt the burning pain in my left arm. I was forced to walk along the coast past what looked like a destroyed cargo ship, I had no clue what was going on and was hoping to find a construction crew that could help me. I found nothing but broken crates.