Cris has always been an adventurer. He would feel like a fish out of the water should anyone told him to stay in one place for more than a few days. Ever since he joined scouts he's always wanted to gather "precious experience". Experience, which he knew he would need someday. From trekking numerous plains, deserts and shores to sailing across seas and skiing down snowy mountains, he's done more than any sane person could think of.
With all that being said, one would say Chernarus was yet another destination for this young, brave man. However, one could not be more wrong than that. In fact, this place became both his vale of suffering and salvation. On August 1st 2019 Cris was on his yacht in the middle of Green Sea fighting with horrendous waves and turbulent wind. He was one experienced sailor for sure but all his effort was in vain. After ghastly hours in the storm the boat gave in to the tides and capsized abruptly. To this day, last thing he remembers from that moment is a lighning in the distance, howling of the wind and cold water rushing into the cabin. Having spent a night floating in his life jacket, at dawn he noticed a piece of land on the horizon. Far away though it may have been, he was a man of great will and it must have been just that will that got him closer and closer to the shore.
The same day in the evening the sea finally casted him up. He was on the verge of hypothermia, hungry and exhausted but he knew safety has not yet been granted.
Putting his best knowledge to use he managed to find shelter in a fisherman's shed, light a fire and catch some fish. Now all he needed was just a friendly person to help him get by and come back home. At that time he hadn't know "just" would soon be closer to "as much".