Iosif Pavlov is a middleaged, Ukrainian born writing man. He'd spent most of his youth writing, though much of it merely consisted of the activities he'd gotten into that day or the clothes his mother had worn. Iosif surrounded himself with literature, always imagining he'd be a great author of which thousands would know his works. As he progressed through life, his childhood dreams of becoming the modern day Shakespeare faded with the grim realization that he would not be able to provide for his family just by writing silly stories all day. Iosif eventually found a paying job as a small time reporter, traveling out west of his Homeland and documenting all there was to write about in Western Europe. His work eventually brought him to Chernarus on the eve of the initial outbreak, having originally gone to cover the looming conflict that had gripped most of the country over the past few months. During the first few days of the outbreak, Iosif was terrified - His guide having rushed him some distance from the events of the first outbreak, informing him that he should no longer remain in Chernarus. As the outbreak progressed, airfields closing off any flights out of the country, Iosif found himself trapped. He'd sought refuge in Cherogorsk, until the city itself fell to civil unrest and riot, before also succumbing to the wave of infected sweeping through the streets. Iosif fled with what little possessions he'd had into the countryside, realizing not to long after he'd be left here to fend for himself.