Senior lieutenant of the Russian Spetsnaz Vympel, Callsign Vega. For the last three years he was serving as a wilderness survival instructor in the northeastern wilderness of Russia. When martial law was declared on Chernarus, Vega was reassigned to the area to aid in security. During the first weeks of the outbreak, Vega had been utilized mainly for reconnaissance of zones around Severograd. Eventually I would end up making it off of Chernarus where we were reassigned to perform a scouting mission of Deer Island. The mission was to recon the area to prepare an amphibious landing and set up a base of operations for future annexation of South Zagoria. Part of a seven man team, we were camped just outside of Greenville when a horde of infected ambushed us in the night. If it wasn't for the screams of the night watch, I doubt any of my comrades would have made it out alive. Only four remained after the ambush, and we were forced to run into Stonington to search for medical supplies for our radio operator that was bitten. As we made our way into the hospital, a horde split us up and the radio operator no longer responds. I'm not sure exactly when I ended up running along the beach, but I can see the warship we arrived on sailing away without us. I must try and regroup with whatever remaining comrades I have left and try to get off the island, if it is even possible to do so at this point. If not, may god be with us.