My name is Alexander Kontorovich. Darkness fell on the streets of Tarkov in what now seems like another life time ago. I used to be an ordinary man in Russia. I worked for a private military contractor as a System Administrator. Before that I spent a few years in the United States for school. My English is very good for what little time I spent over there. I was survival hobbyist but now its my everyday life. I enjoyed living off the land and working on cars. Everyday life turned into lawless mayhem. I make a low impact on the surrounding to not draw attention. Its funny how someone that worked in a cubical can now suddenly transform into a implacable predator. My fingers once accustomed to clicking a mouse can now comfortably pull a trigger. My hands glide over still-warmed lifeless bodies in search of supplies to make the journey to Chernarus. My family has gone missing before the outbreak. I have learned from few sources they may have been taken to Chernarus. This Predator travels alone not to draw unwanted attention. I try to help those who are in need for all of the bad things I did to survive in Tarkov. I only come out of the shadows when I know I have the upper hand or I am desperate enough for some food. I make little friends on my journeys but wont be forgotten by those who I pass. I was no ex-Spetsnaz in the PMC but I know how to handle myself in a firefight. My origin gives me no issue for taking a job, as long as the price is right. I have escaped Tarkov... this predator is on the move.