Carter Sokolov is a half American, half Russian. His mother met his father during a school trip to Sochi in the mid 90s. Being young and feeling free she decided to stay in Sochi with her new found love. Not even a year later they were married and she was pregnant with Carter. Carters early life was pretty simple. His father owned a small farm on the outskirts of Sochi. When he wasn't working the land or in school, he spent his time in the woods. His hobbies were hunting, trapping and survival skills. By his late teens he was spending days at a time in the woods with nothing but his rifle and a hunting knife. Times were hard but good.
In 2013 Carters life was turned upside down. His uncle, his fathers brother was killed in a train station bombing in Volograd. His father took this extremely hard. He began drinking heavily. Carters father was always a hard man. But this turned him into a monster. It only took a year for his mother to have enough. The abuse was to much. She left in the middle of the night, leaving nothing but a note saying she was returning to America. Carter spent the next 2 or so years taking the full force of his fathers wrath. No contact from his mother ever came. He was alone.
On a cold night in July Carter came home from one of his survival excursions which at this point in an attempt to avoid his father were a week or more at a time. He walked up to the porch of the old farm house, rifle in hand. His father was sitting on a old lawn chair, surrounded by bottles. His father looked at him and instantly began to scold him for leaving him like his mother. As Carter got closer he stood up. Carter knew what was coming next. He seen his fathers fist ball up and arm begin to cock back. Carter didn't know what came over him but he gripped his rifle and planted the butt of its stock between his fathers eyes. Down he fell, knocked out cold. Carter was in shock. He never hit his father before. He came to the realization that when he woke he would surely kill him. Carter grabbed what little he could and took off for the city.
The sun was soon to rise and Carter was sitting on a beach in Sochi trying to come to terms with what had happened a few hours prior. He was gazing off into the sea when he noticed a large container ship coming to port. As it came closer he could see the big white letters on the hull. Rify they read. It clicked in his head. That this ship was more then likely heading to Istanbul were he may be able to find passage to America. When the ship docked, figuring he had nothing to lose. He used the last bit of darkness left in the morning to sneak aboard the ship. He knew this journey was going to be rough. But the idea of him finally reuniting with his mother filled him with a joy he hasn't felt in years.
Carter was woken by an insanely loud alarm. He could hear men yelling to each other though the corridors. Something wasn't right. The ship began to feel as if it was twisting in half and he could hear wind howling, echoing through the halls. The ship started to roll, Carter was almost standing on the wall at this point. He began to feel a sense of weightlessness for a moment. Then it was as if the ship had hit a brick wall. Carter was tossed across the room. His head connected with a large pipe and he was knocked out.
When he woke he could see sunlight and hear birds chirping. He stumbled towards the light. He couldn't believe what he saw. The ship was split like a can. He stepped out through shattered hull and onto the shore. He began to yell out but nobody responded. The site was deserted. The ship was silent. the only sound was the waves crashing along the shore. He began thinking. Where was the crew? Surely someone must have survived or if rescue came how did they not find him. Eventually he heading up the shore to a road. He looked right, looked left. Unsure of where to go he started walking. Eventually he came across a sign. Berezino it read. I crashed in Chernarus he said to himself. Remembering the town name from a school project about the war. He looked past the sign and seen what looked like a man stumbling down the road. Overwhelmed with joy he began running towards the man. Not knowing the horror he was about to discover and how all the skills he acquired were about to be put to the test.