Nikolay is a man born on the coast of Cherno in the 1990s. As a young man, his father, a train operator, was transferred to Novaya Petrovka to work on the northern railroads of Chernarus. Mikoyan moved with his mother and his young brother to Novaya, following his dad, where they all settled since then.
During the recent economic crisis in Chernarus, the lack of good-paying jobs forced young people across the country to seek alternatives, one of which was the army. For Nikolay it was no different.
At the age of 18, he enlisted in the army of Chernarus, happy to be able to help his family in this tough time. After completing 1 year of service in Chernogorsk, he decided to pursue a military career and asked to be transferred back to the city of Novaya Petrovka, so he could stay close to his family and especially to his father, who was ill at the time.
Nikolay was apprehensive about the growing conflict between Chernarus and Russia. His fear was that he was sent to the conflict zone in the northeast before he could return to his family.
The growing stampede of civilians from the northern regions of the country to the coastal cities left him worried about his family. During his train journey back to Novaya, he thought about his family and friends and how he misses them. He had been away from home for a year now.
Upon arriving in his city, Nikolay faced a desperate situation. There was no one, not even at the train station. Other passengers also became restless, apprehensive. Some were crying, some were stressed and others were chasing some means of transportation to their homes.
An old man who climbed into a wooden box began to speak loudly, saing apocalyptic words, making predictions about the end. Other passersby called him crazy. Nikolay in turn, went on foot, from street to street, trying to reach at his home as fast as possible. On the way, he saw nothing but dirt, cars and abandoned houses.
Upon arriving at his house, his greatest fear was real. There was no one, not even his pet dog. Only scrambled furniture and blood marks. Desperation gripped on him and he began to cry.
He spent the night in what was left of his house, and then he left, leaving only memories and tears behind.
He still hopes to find his family. His best bet is to follow the coast to Chernogorsk and ask for help to the friends he made in his duty in the army, and on the way, to look for his family from town to town until he finds them.