I used to be a session musician. Not very famous, but successful enough to make a decent living. I was on holiday in the Russian resort city of Sochi when news of unrest and conflict in Chernarus was first reported on TV. I should have bailed right then, but it was oddly fascinating to be so close to it, so I stayed in the city. Maybe I would find something to write a song about, score a big hit, and get rich. Not long after the border between Russia and Chernarus closed, there were stories of unrest in the small towns north of the border. This is when I started getting worried, and began to make preparations to return home. But it was too late, the next day riots broke out, and I fled the city into the countryside. I've been wandering since, not really sure of what direction I'm traveling.