Born in Yekaterinburg only a few years after the fall of the USSR, Maksim grew up in extreme poverty. His family was never wealthy, nor did they have major connections within the Communist Party prior to the fall, but nonetheless they were able to scrape together a living and afford a nice flat for themselves. That all changed in 1991, when Maksim's Father lost his job as an autoworker after the state sold off the plant. Additionally, massive budget cuts meant the family received no form of unemployment assistance.
One would hope that this type of story was the outlier, and that most families made out okay after 1991, but unfortunately Maksim was actually one of the luckier ones. His father never turned to alcoholism, nor did his mother run off. However, life in extreme poverty with almost no prospects on a brighter future and zero opportunity to emigrate quickly turned into chronic depression as Maksim was living out his teenage years. He got mixed up with some rough crowds, and quickly became an alcoholic by age 16. By 18 Maxim was finished with his education, yet lacking any real motivation to proceed in finding a career partially due to lack of opportunity, and partially due to his depression. At 20 his father gave him two choices, leave the house or join the military. This was around the same time the Russian military had begun to flex its muscles in Crimea, and Maksim thought perhaps the worst days of Russia were behind her, and she may once again become a world power. With that in mind he quickly enlisted to avoid a situation of homelessness, and excelled during basic training.
A few months went and his superior officers noticed his attention to detail, excellent work effort, and courage. He was subsequently released form the standard Russian army and transferred to the Airborne school to hopefully progress into a paratrooper. And he did. In early 2015 he graduated from his training and earned the respect of many officers.
It seemed everything was falling into place for Maksim, and he had finally found a career with job security, a decent salary, and was making his family proud. That's when everything went wrong. As a member of a Russian VDV, he was airdropped to provide peacekeeping help at the initial stages of the outbreak just to the West of the Balota airfield. Reports of cannibalism, the screams, the gunfire in the distance, he didn’t know what to do. To add to the confusion, some of his officers were deserting in fear of being overrun. He remembers taking post duty at the gate, and the next thing he remembers, he woke up unconscious on the roof of the base hospital. He scavenged around, managed to find some supplies, and set out from the base. Maksim could not believe what he was seeing; everyone who he once called comrade was now dead. He even discovered his platoon commander had taken his own life. He headed East, to the big cities, to see what he could find, was this just an isolated incident, or has this plague taken over the entire country? His discovery is well known, and he has tried to come to grips with the devastation he has seen. Needless to say, he will never be the same man again.
He is now journeying across South Zagoria to hopefully take part in the rebuilding of a functioning state and Chernarus back into the Russian fold.