My name is Boris Skolo, I am a Russian scientist researching ground-breaking propulsion technologies with a team of 4 others. I am a private man, who prefers the company of one or two close friends, but is loyal and compassionate to those around.
I was in Chernarus to accept a research grant with my team, but upon our arrival to the capital, it was evident that we would not be leaving. We were ushered off the plane immediately, and sectioned off into groups based off of our apparent race and gender. It was then that I last had contact with my team.
My group and I were shuffled away from the rest of the groups, and into vehicles on the tarmac. The only thing to hear were the instructions shouted from megaphones, and sirens in the near distance. The doors were closed behind us, and we were driven away from the airfield. Mind you, we were not captured, or taken hostage, these people wanted to help.
Two weeks later, and food is scarce. The people from my group have been supportive, and we have made it through a lot together. But their path leads away from mine, and it's time to go alone.