Robert Kosa was born in Staryn Yare 40 years before all this shit happened. His mother came from chernarus and his father was a traveling hunter from Poland. All his friends called him Rob, Rob drunkard. He spent most of the time in the forest hunting for animals and drinking Rob did not like the city and visited them very barely, only to replenish supplies, gamble and find a woman to relax the mind. He was one child of his parents and did not have any siblings, his only siblings were a rifle, vodka, forest and camp fire. After returning from one of his few weeks' wandering in the woods, he approached a small village. From a distance, everything looked normal, a few residents were fading the streets as usual. However, when he came closer to several of them began to run in his direction trying to hug him. Rob was very suspicious of the kinder people, so he kept his distance. The first who got to him right after the promising squeeze tried to bite him. Rob did not dancing a lot, he put his knife in the head of the first inhabitant, followed by the next ones. When everybody was lying on the ground in bloodstains, Rob thought what the fuck was going on here?
He went through the rest of the village and the rest of the residents behaved similarly. He sent several more to the ground and headed towards the house hoping that their parents were safe.