My name is Yuri Yankov I have a brother named Sergei Yankov we were born in Greece by immigrant parents from Chernarus. Our parents moved to Greece after the Cold War ended in hope for a better life. In January 1995 me and my brother were born. In Greece, the school years for me were kinda hard because of my ethnicity. At the end after a long time in Greek educational system me and my brother followed different paths in our carriers, I became a police man, and he became a paramedic. While I was in Greece, and I was doing a normal daily patrol with my partner we had a distress call for a robbery in a gas station, when we went there the robber eminently started shooting us, this ended up with the death of my partner. This also lead to my injury in my upper arm. After my recovery, my parents and I decided to travel to Nyheim to go on some family vacation with my parents for a few weeks. Suddenly my brother couldn't follow us in this travel because he was working with the Red Cross in Afghanistan, and he was going to come to Nyheim after a week. After some time, my brother came in contact with me and told me that he was coming to Nyheim because of a weird incident that took place there. When the zombie apocalypse happen, my brother had already arrived at the airport of the city with the red cross organization in order to help the victims, or at least try to. At this time my father was infected, and he ended up infecting my mother as well, so I ended up mercy killing them with my personal pistol. After that, I went into a trip to find my brother, who was already in the city.