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Server time: 2019-05-24, 12:03
Aleksei Dyakov
Character information
  1. Alias
    Alyosha | Idiot
  2. Mental
    Sane | Aggressive | Calm
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    2000-05-11 (19 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Tuby, Krasnodar Krai, Russia
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
    Chernarussian | Russian
  8. Languages
    Russian [Mother tongue] | Chernarussian [Second Language] | English [Third Language]
  9. Relationship
    Natalia Petrov [Girlfriend - 16/01/18]
  10. Family
    Pavel Dyakov [Father, deceased], Ekaterina Dyakova


  1. Height
    183 cm
  2. Weight
    75 kg
  3. Build
    Slim | Athletic
  4. Hair
    Dirty blonde
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Occupation
  8. Affiliation
    Tuby Collective - Military & Security
  9. Role



Journal Entry #1

The day is the 14th of January, 2019. Food shortage is high, rations are even more strict. My people can not go on in this state of desperation. We have tried to keep our involvement in the war to the minimum and have been as diplomatic as can be. Russian occupation of larger cities has made our task as security an even harder one than imagined. If we needed ammunition or food or god knows what, we could rely on myself and a few of my friends, like Mishka. He's always called me Idiot since the day we met as young men, I took pride in it oddly enough haha. Always reminded me of Dostoevsky afterwards, so I kept the name. Plus, it can be funny to hear someone call for 'Idiot' over the radio. Anyway. The winter has been harsh on us, admittedly. We had a lot of bad crops last harvest and it's been leaving my people to slowly starve. So, I have to find a good source of food, which has proven to be more than difficult. Sergeant Volkov wants me and Mishka to get to Sochi, out of all shitholes. It's quite a distance, but he wants us to steal a car and bring a load of food back to Tuby. Some kind of suicide mission if you ask me. So, today, I will be leaving the collective and saying goodbye to my love. I hope she stays safe, with all the chaos that's been happening around us, I'm scared this place could end up like the rest. We're lucky to have not been killed by a hoard yet or killed by bandits. I'll be taking my old father's Kombi down to Otdalenyy and then Mishka and I are going on foot. I'm not too worried though, what will a few wolves do to us? When I have my trusty Okhotnik on my side. Cleaned the baby twice and it's ready to see combat. Now, I need to go take a few shots with Mishka at the bar. Wish me luck.


Journal Entry #2

The day is the 15th of January, 2019. To think this would have been an easy trip, but no. Fucking Mishka got the car to break down while we were on our way to Otdalenyy. Dmitry is going to be pissed about this. We tried to radio back to them and thank god they heard us. Had to set up a makeshift camp next to the car and wait for someone to bring the tools down. Fucking Mishka. 


Journal Entry #3

The day is the 16th of January, 2019. By some mystical force, Mishka did not break down the damn car again. Probably because I decided that I will drive from now on. Anyhow, we arrived at Otdalenyy and we gave the car to the associate there. Looked so shady, I made sure that my knife was sharpened when I told him I needed to piss. I'm not going to die to some Matrix cosplayer today. He apparently lives in a basement here, looked like a fucking armoury almost. Edgy but deadly, I guess. He gave us some extra ammunition, looked like it was piss poor made, but hey. My Okhotnik can take anything. Anyhow, we followed the Reka Pshekha and stopped at the sharp turn at the river to make camp again. We don't have a car, so Mishka has no excuses for fucking up again. Knowing him, probably will get eaten by wolves. 


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