My name is Stefan Volkov, I was born in Belozersk. A town inside the Black Mountain region. Growing up, my father (Boris Volkov) was a very stringent military man. My father and I always had to figure out ways to bring home food, clothing and stay warm during the long winters in our log house. He also wanted me to be a man at a very young age to take care of my mom (Tanya Volkov) in case he died while at war. He always reminded me as a nationalist we should always be proud of the country we live in. When I was 7 years old, my father left to fight for the motherland. My father was a Senior Lieutenant in the Soviet Union and fought in Afghanistan. He was apart of the 154th Spetsnaz Detachment GRU "Glavnoje Razvedyvatel'noje Upravlenije" or the "Muslim Battalion" the first to invade Afghanistan back in 1979. Every week while he was gone, we got news through a "Pravda" newspaper over the casualties of the war. I was almost certain I would never get to see my father again... and in the winter fall of 1983 a few service men came to my town to let me know my father was killed in action. They provided me his dog tag, uniform and all of his belongings he had left at his post. My mother and I were infuriated and extremely sad in the news we received. We knew my father had no choice but to fight for our country with bravery even if that mean't dying for it.
7 years later, I turned 18 years old. I wanted to be just like my father... In 1990 I finally joined the Soviet Union Army. I was stationed in the South Zagoria region of Chernarus at the North West Airfield. Before I left, I had relocated my mother with her sister's family in Chernogorsk. In December of 1991. I got news that the Soviet Union was no more. Eventually many states separated from Russia. My station was reformed into the Chernarussian Defense Force (CDF). I served my country as a true nationalist. I didn't care what the separatists would say or do. Our land was much better off after the Soviet Union collapsed. Less corruption and more transparency helped our people. In the year 2009, after climbing through the ranks. I out ranked my father as Captain of the Chernarussian Defense Force. During this time, a civil war broke due to the separatists gaining momentum over the years using guerilla warfare tactics against my fellow comrades. I helped command the CDF to defeat the Chernarussian Movement of Chedaki. We almost went to war with the Russian Armed Forces due to a terrorist attack in Moscow the Chernarussian Movement did and framed us in the end. After the civil war was over, I wanted to resign as Captain of the CDF. It is 2012, I'm now 40 years old and wanted to live a normal life with my mother and maybe a future family. Then the outbreak occurred, the infected started to spread like a wild fire all over Chernarus. All we could do at this point was protect the loved ones we had left and continue to survive and fight until we can contain this outbreak...This is my story of why I am still fighting in Chernarus today.