"Artur my son, I give you three and only three bits of life advice. Listen! Answer these questions truthfully and you will have peace of mind on your journey ahead. 1. Where are you going? 2. How are you getting there? 3. What are you going to do when you get there" - Oleg Jiracek
Artur was born on the seaside town of Primorsk, Chernarus in 1981. Artur grew up in a relatively steady household with his parents, two brothers and sister. His father was a police officer and his mother a factory worker. After completing his secondary schooling, he enlisted into the Chernarussian Navy in 1999 as a communications operator as per national service requirements. He spent time on a patrol boat in the Green and Black Sea. Artur discharged from the Navy in 2001, and decided to travel South America, Europe and the Middle East, surviving on whatever jobs he could find to support himself.
Whilst in Istanbul, Turkey, Artur met Cathy, an Australian woman and the two become very close, exchanging emails and voice messages. Artur then moved to Sydney, Australia to begin a life with her. Artur was initially uncomfortable with his new surroundings but slowly, developed an appreciation for his new home. Artur found work initially down at the Port Botany docks in Sydney as a cargo inspector. A few years later, Artur and Cathy married and had two children, Peter (2009) and Eliza (2015).
Artur was offered a job with a New Zealand based logistics company, Main Freight as an communications officer in 2016 through his old colleague, Damien Cook. Cook would go on to be the captain of the Southern Moana, a cargo freighter destined to Chernarus from New Zealand with Artur as the communications officer. The crew on board were an unlikely bunch with different personalities and from all walks of life, but overall, everyone got along. Minor setbacks in the Gulf of Aiden due to Somali pirates put the crew at unease and to top it off, undeclared cargo and personnel were added to the freighter in Haifa, Israel. The Southern Moana then moved through to Bosphorus then onwards to it's intended journey, Novigrad, Chernarus ... or everyone thought.
Civil disturbances and government intervention were reported coming from Chernarus due to unknown reasons, with effect, the Chernarussian Port Authority had shut all commerical craft from the ports. This came of great annoyance from the Israelis who tried to reason with Damien Cook, but eventually, they would take him and others hostage to bargain the Moana's command. This did not sit well with the attached security team onboard, led by Andrew Sanford, which led into a prolonged firefight, killing the Israels and unfortunately, Damien Cook and other crew members in the crossfire.
To place the cherry on top, a violent storm was brewing in the Green Sea and heading straight to the Southern Moana at incredible spread. Time was of the essence. Artur decided to commander the bullet and blood ridden ship with what little experience and attempt to get it to safety in Sochi or Berezino .. it was a complete failure. The Southern Moana beached on the rocky peninsula of Rify and suffered severe engine failure and tin-canning of the hull. What crew survived gathered themselves to inspect damage and to try and find help. Artur had arrived to his native homeland but not on his on own accord.
However, something was not quite right. Fire and smoke, gunshots, checkpoints and barbed wire set up on the highway between Berezino and Svetlojarsk, screams and echoing in the distance.. the words that Artur's father told him those years ago were ever more applicable now.