Jaroslav 'Jaro' Levitsky was born into inner-city Chernogorsk. He was an only child to his father, a dockworker, and his mother, a nurse.
Jaro had always had a rather sheltered upbringing. Being the only child his parents were naturally protective and at times overly strict. For a young man with this upbringing, he grew to rebel against his parents' strict rules, often sneaking out at night to go drinking with his friends. Pretty soon his rebellious attitude grew worse as he eventually got mixed up with drugs and other petty crimes. The rather relaxed police force at the time only sent him off with a minor fine or a slap on the wrist with the 'he'll grow out of it' attitude.
His parents however, were unhappy with the outcome, fitting bars on his bedroom window to stop him scaling the 3rd floor apartment. Jaro soon learned new ways to sneak out of the home, and after another run-in with the police, he was sent away to a boarding school on the outskirts of Severograd. This turn of events caused Jaro to resent his parents. Once the outbreak hit, Severograd was one of the first cities to fall. Jaro managed to escape the panic-stricken school and made the long trek back to Chernogorsk.
Upon arriving at Chernogorsk, it was clear the news has spread. The city, much like the rest of the country were in a state of panic. Military trucks and troops lined every road. He found his way back to his home apartment, where he found his surprised mother hurriedly packing as many belongings as possible into an already bulging suitcase. He briefly smiled as he went to greet her. That was until he spied her mother's passport, sat on the bedside table, his face sank.
"You're leaving?" He asked, she looked up.
"Yes, Jaro. We have no other choice." His mother replied, sounding somewhat out of breath.
"Without me?" He carried on, his voice calm but to his mother, his anger was clear. She paused before she replied,
"Where's dad?" He asked, his voice now clearly shaking.
"He's at the docks." She shakily replied. "One of his colleagues has a fishing boat. We've been granted passage."
She spotted Jaro eyeing the passport. They both lunged for it at the same time, Jaro swiftly snatching it and waving it in front of her face.
"And how far will you be getting without this?" He shouted, his face turning red with anger. His mother, clearly distraught fell to her knees and pleaded.
"Jaro, please. This isn't what we wanted for you."
"Then what did you want? You want me to die?"
The question was met with silence as his mother started to sob and unintelligibly beg for the passport back. Jaro, seemingly unfazed by his mother's begging lowered his voice.
"Keep it." He said as he tossed the passport to his mother. "You've killed your son."
Jaro turned to leave the room, leaving his mother a sobbing mess behind him. He walked down the stairs and exited the apartment complex, unfazed by the storm of troops and panicking civilians around him. He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket before putting one in his mouth and lighting it. And with his, walked calmly out of Chernogorsk.