In 2010 the Desatník Andrej Lanik fell to Russian forces in the bloody conflict of the civil war in Chernarus.
He left behind his 20 year old wife Jasna.
After burying an empty coffin, I buried the thought of a happy life in my home country with it. The Chedaki force was too strong. The Russians … they arrived and they were staying. Like parasites they spread around the streets. Socialist Republic? It all appeared like a nightmare to me.
Though, I had never been the woman to not speak my mind about dog pigs, I had to keep my head low. I had opened up a little shop in the streets of Chernogorsk. When I spoke up, they came - the Russians, the Chedaki - RAC Rats & dogpigs is what we called them ...They always left my place of work in a mess.
They arrested people. “Preventive measures … searching and collecting information about old parties of Chernarus” ... They threw things out of the shelves, stole and destroyed anything in their way... Oppressing those who rightfully tried to live their life in peace around that area. It was our home, not theirs.
I remember the day when a man entered the shop.
Not a guy of many words but I directly noticed, he must have been born in the area. It was a quick chat. His accent was noticeable and it brought a little smile onto my lips to speak to a trustworthy soul. After he bought a pack of cigarettes, he left a little note at my counter. I went after him to return it but he had disappeared already. I looked at the folded piece of paper in my hand which said C.L.F and had a mobile number on it. It took me a bit but after a while - I called. Thinking back I’d call this the first day I had contact with the liberation movement of this country.
Since that day it did not take a long time for me to get involved with C.L.F. I started to reproduce information papers and gave them to other supporters of the cause. All of this became my cause so fast. Finally people had the courage and strength to claim what was theirs and fight back the communist parasites. It reminded me of how Andrej used to speak. For him it always was self-evident task to protect our home. I needed to keep going - to keep his memory, to keep what was left of him around.
Growing bigger came along with becoming more capable. With RAC roaming the streets, trying to silence any little left over of who we once were - we needed to be able to protect ourselves, we needed to be able to strike. Trust me, at some point our training went so far that it took more than a bunch of RAC's to stop us.
Spreading information on little notes became spreading words to known brothers and sisters. From there it went to little hidden meetings, receiving different tasks, receiving different training - different targets. With more strength we were able to take down bigger targets. We took chances to state examples as a sign to everyone that there was indeed a good amount of people in Chernarus, willing to fight back. Groups of the RAC were standing in my shop, not knowing about the hidden drugs, the hidden guns … the boxes and printers in the basement. So often I wanted to just blow everything up, sending them to hell but my higher ups had different plans and the consequences of the flu seemed to support it very well.
I don't know where the routes will take us in these dangerous and disturbing times.
But I believe now this country needs help more than ever and it is our chance to prove ourselves.
As long as there are dogpigs roaming our grounds - we wont stop.