Kamchatka Peninsula, Russia
Speaks, but cannot read English
Swears like a sailor
Suffers from PTSD
Yevak stepped off the boat at the Kamchatka seaport. He had just arrived home after nearly a month at sea. Thick, black smoke billowed from the markets in the distance, smothering the familiar backdrop of the volcano. Gunshots echoed throughout the city, then vanished into the vast expanse of sea.
Yevak arrived on his street and quickly realized that many of the homes had been set ablaze, including his own. The thick plumes of smoke covered the street. He raced home to find two armed men running out of the front door. Yevak drew his Makarov in defense but the men kept running. Then he went inside, hoping to retrieve what he could from his home. The smoke was too intense for him to bear as the flames started to grow, he had to get out. He falls to his knees in the lawn, gasping and struggling for air. Unable to breath, he blacks out.
Several hours later..
A military chopper flies overhead, waking him out of his temporary coma. He could hear the speakers blaring in the distance, calling for a city wide evacuation. Yevak thinks of his father, Yuri, who is a military pilot stationed in Chernarus. He decides he must go to Chernarus to find his father, some 4000 miles away. He scrambles to his feet, gathering what supplies he can from the garage: shotgun, ammunition, knife, food, and water.
Upon arrival to the seaport, he encounters a man acting very strange on the harbour. The man was limping, snarling, his face grotesque and pale. Unsure of what to do, as the man blocked his path, Yevak draws his Makarov and yells for the man to get out of the way. The man lets out a piercing scream and charges Yevak, who is forced to fire his weapon. The mangled lifeless body of the man lay there in front of Yevak, blood pouring from his mouth, his flesh appeared rotten. This a kind of sickness he had never seen.
Behind him, he sees a group of people limping towards him, who appear to have the same pale faces. All of a sudden, they begin to run. Outnumbered, Yevak dashes towards his boat. He runs up the gangplank and tosses it into the sea. Watching as the sickly people fall straight into the water after him, clawing at the side of the boat and then slowly sinking beneath the surface. He quickly removes the rope from the cleats, tossing it over the side. In the wheelhouse, he starts the engine and begins his long journey to Chernarus.
2 years later..
(In his travels, Yevak had learned of an explosion off the coast of Chernarus and discovered that some kind of infection was spreading all over the world. It was clear to him that was the same infection he experienced at home.)
The journey to Chernarus was a long and dangerous one, which apparently was not over yet. Upon arrival to the Chernarus border, Yevak was met by a group of bandits. They held him at gunpoint with little option other than to comply. Naturally, Yevak shouted out a few insults which resulted in a fist to his face. He was then stripped of all his possessions less the clothes on his back. Bloody, bound, and left for dead on the coast of Chernarus.. His goal was still clear, he must find his father.