| 'Mikhail Volkov' 39, a tall, stocky man with a hoarse voice due to heavy smoking, used to run a bar in Chernarus, when the infection hit he found himself hidden away in the cellar for several weeks while gunfire, screaming and explosions were happening above. After drinking most of the liquor in the cellar Mikhail stumbled out to find his bar was unrecognisable. Furniture burnt, blood stains and empty bullet shells littered what was once his livelihood. He walked out onto the street, grabbing the single bottle of vodka that remained under the bar and gazed across the empty landscape, lighting a cigar he sets off to find out what happened. |
Mikhail never had family growing up, but was raised by an older couple who ran a bar in South Russia, when they passed away he decided to leave the small village and head to Chernarus where he setup his new business.
He was a very forward thinking, straight to the point kind of guy. But would do anything for anyone if treated with respect.
Mikhail recently bumped into a man named Mikeal, leader of The Market. Sick of wandering around Chernarus alone, Mikhail joined up as a trader. More on this story as it develops.