On the 25th of the 3rd 1995, Alexei was born in Krasnodar, Russia. His mother held him with a gentle protective grasp, swearing that she would always love him. His father disengaged with her words, muttered, “If this child isn’t better than me, he will never be my son.”
Throughout his childhood he and his mother were harassed and abused by his father. At the age of sixteen, his mother decided it was enough and gained a residence visa to move Chernarus. She divorced her husband and proceeded in court for custody of her son. They won, and moved to Chernogorsk, a city in Chernarus. While it was nice being away from the father Alexei mother wasn’t able to get work and she didn’t receive any money from the divorce. Alexei left school and found work at the docks. He supported his mother until she founded work herself.
At the age of 22, his mother was diagnosed with cancer in her liver and died three months later. This destroyed Alexei, leaving him broken. He fell into a deep depression and started finding alternatives to ease his suffering. He fell down the road of drugs and got hooked on heroin. He started losing touch with friends, didn’t go to work; losing his job, and he sold everything that he and his mother had just to get another hit. He was left homeless causing him to drift to other junkies houses just so he could survive.
When the second wave hit, Alexei was still somewhat homeless and couldn’t stay at any of his ‘friends’ houses’. He was arrested for breaking quarantine restrictions and was sent to a light prison for 12 months with parol past the 8th month. Inside prison he would have withdrawal problems making him violent. Due to his condition he was sentenced to a rehabilitation program and was often in a solitary cell. He was released in early 2020. Alexei found himself back to the needle and began abusing drugs once more, and as the world fell around him he only cared for one thing, being high.
Around Early May he was in Chernogorsk with a couple of ‘friends’ abusing and using like normal. They were chilling on the couch when one of the friends started to yell out in a curdle of pain. Around in the room, the other junkies would have a concerned and frightened look on their faces. Some of the junkies just ran in case of the police being called. Most of the junkies thought the man was dying from an overdose, and someone attempted to call an ambulance. The man was thrashing around the room, punching walls and kicking furniture. Then something just snapped and he stood still for a second. He looked around the room and saw a scrawny drugged up girl in shock. The man ran at the girl, jumped on her and dug his mouth into her neck. She was screaming and pleading for someone to help her, however at the moment everyone ran out of the house including Alexei. He started running away from the house, scared for his life ending up into a crowd of protesters. He was in shock and covered lightly in blood. After the encounter he stayed homeless, sleeping on the street, scourging bins and begging for food or money.
When the military started to escort people to evacuation camps, Alexei was going into heroin withdrawal and thought that he could be mistaken to be infected, so he fled Chernogorsk. He avoided contact with people, but sometimes would try to steal and rob people’s food when they’re not looking.