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Early Life and the Civil War
Anton Vasin was born on the 28th of March, 1998 in Belozersk, Chernarus SSR. He lived a relatively simple life, growing up on the outskirts of the city with his family of two brothers and three sisters, him and his brothers starting work early on alongside school to support their parents. At the age of nineteen, Anton enlisted in the CDF for the benefits, working his way up to the rank of Desátník (Corporal) in his unit before the onset of the civil war in 2009. Anton saw combat in the South Zagorian theatre, taking part in several battles and skirmishes against ChDKZ forces. In his final action of the war, Anton was wounded by a sniper - barely rescued in time by his comrades to be medevac'd to a military hospital west of the South Zagorian border, north of Miroslavl.
Anton spent the rest of the war in a hospital bed, recieving mixed reports of victory and loss for the state throughout his tenure at the hospital. News came in the form of defeat, however, and Anton was somewhat dismayed to hear of the Chernarussian state's defeat. He was discharged from the CDF, returning home amidst occupying troops. Life was never easy following the war for Anton, work was sparse, and the once bright young man was racked with vivid recollections of his combat experiences, being diagnosed by a civilian psychiatrist with PTSD a year and a half following the war's conclusion.
Despite his Russian blood, Anton considered himself Chernarussian - the country he bled for was no more, and he would often find himself grieving for the fallen nation in the sanctum of his own home, surrounded by his family; one of his brothers having died in South Zagoria during the war. Life was complicated when he found a wife and had himself a daughter and a son over the next few years. Patriotism aside, Anton and his family were suffering under the new status quo, work being so sparse, Anton saw only one option - betrayal of his country. In 2015, Anton Vasin emigrated to the Russian Federation on historical blood ties - his people being the cossacks of the Kuban River, taking up residence in the city of Sochi. Anton enlisted in the Russian Army, not having much else in the line of work.
Anton was quickly granted his old rank's equivalent of Mládshiy Serzhánt (Junior Sergeant), when the annexation process began, Anton was placed under the command of the newly formed 320th Motor Rifle Battalion - South Zagoria's new garrison. The ride into the province was a trip down memory lane for Anton, the same roads he had been transported on wearing another country's uniform several years before seeming all too familiar to the veterans in the bed of the truck, the trip being completed in reverent silence of how far they had fallen. Old battlefields were passed on the way to the Vybor airbase, memories of a nation lost being imbued in the minds of each and every man in the column of Russian military vehicles.
Return to South Zagoria under a different flag
Life was easy once more. He rose when the army told him, he slept when the army told him - he trained when the army told him, he rested when the army told him. Anton adapted to the routine the army once again provided him, waking up to Russian instead of Chernarussian seemed a small difference in the grander scheme of three meals a day and a place to sleep. He had worked himself up to the rank of Starshina (Sergeant First Class) by the time of the outbreak, his unit commander presenting him with several accolades for exemplary service in the quelling of several incidents of racial tension within his unit - in his own eyes, this made Anton a traitor to all he had stood for in his past life.
When the outbreak hit, he was on base with his unit - having been attached to the first company on the Vybor airbase all those years before. In the initial chaos, Anton barely grabbed his equipment when the base was overrun - though this didn't stop him from trying to save Chernarussian lives. He made a last ditch effort to rally a number of the survivors in his barracks to make a final hold until evacuation - but it was in vain. When the regroup call came out over the battalion's communications, Anton struggled with the dilemma - desert, or pray his family would be at the regroup.
Anton made the only choice he could - survive.