In 2009 big things started to happen. ChDKZ started to become more active with attacks and propaganda. In September, I think the ChDKZ leader named Gregory Loptev got apprehended due to his involvement to push a bloody disgusting uprising against the Chernarussian government and her people. I fought and I bleed, with my bratřis we killed tortured did whatever we could. We fought through the trees we sabotage Russian supplies we did whatever we could. At first, it seemed that we were winning but the further in we came into the war, the more I started to see that we're losing men more and more, but nevertheless we continued fight with all our might. Then these fucking foreign blueberry NATO pigs came in and said that they would help us. Funniest shit that I ever fucking heard because they left shortly after and just made it worse for us.
The civil war ended around the 13th of January 2010. I remember when the day they gave the command on the radio to surrender. Me and my bratřis who was in middle of firefight were confused even if we knew that deep in our hearts that we were losing the war we still didn't believe it so we fought on until we were overrun by the ChDKZ forces. After a big explosion I was knocked unconscious, and woke up in prison cell. I was confused at first but then I understood that we lost the fight but I knew deep down that fight for freedom would never stop, and as long as NAPA was still around fighting for the people we would be fine and probably come for us one day. A few days later I was informed that we lost the war and all members of NAPA are seen as terrorists, and Chernarus is now known as "The Chernarussian Socialist Republic", and guess what.. of course that disgusting snake of a man Gregori Lopotev was enlisted as the leader. Knowing that I would either go to prison for a lifetime or would be shot in the head, so tried escaping but to no avail. Somehow I was sentenced to prison labour. I wasn't sure if this was better then getting a bullet straight through the head.
It was tough, but I didn't give entirely in, the guards loved harassing us and make our life's a living hell. They would try to break ur spirit so it would be easier for them to handle us. If you wouldn't listen to their orders you could either get beaten to the brink of death or you would be put in a concrete room where you were isolated for as long as they saw fit. I was stuck there for almost six fucking years, and I almost lost my mind, but somehow I managed to survive. The year 2016, I finally was able to escape the prison with some Chernarussians that was still loyal to the old government. We escaped in the night with a helping hand thanks to on single chernarussian guard that was still secretly supporting the independence of Chernarus. With his help and a little bit of share luck we somehow escaped, but sadly we needed to leave one behind due to one of the tower guards saw us when we were about to leave. They shot him in the leg, we couldn’t to anything about it due the bullets that were coming after us and so we had to leave him behind. Now free we decided to split up so it would be harder for them to find us. I didn't really know what to do or were to go, so after pondering for a little bit I decided to look for any of my family or NAPA or even any old CDF who was still loyal to independence.
Three months after the escape, with no luck my hope stated to fade but I still didn’t give up. So I continued to look for a way to find my uncle and members of NAPA, I looked throughout south zagoria but to luck. Then I began to hear rumours about militia who fought against the regime and apparently assassinated Loptev. So I tried to look for them instead for hope of finding my family or any old NAPA members but to no avail . My hope started to fade away again, so I decided to focus more on adapting to the new regime to stay hidden so I wouldn't stand out, that meant that I needed to get a fake ID that was very hard to get and find a job and that was even harder to get due to all the foreigner and ruskis that came into the country. Throughout 2016 I tried my best to stay quiet. I finally got job in a small pub in the south where I waited for any signs of the militia or any NAPA members.
One day near the end of 2016 an old man and a young little girl entered my bar, it was completely empty due to the holidays coming up and the freezing cold. I was a little bit confused when I saw the two, for some reason that little girl looked very familiar. The old man sat down with little girl sitting next to him looking curiously around meanwhile the old man and ordered a drink. I remember him staring at me with a slight smile, and he said "Ahoj synovci, long time no see", when I heard that I dropped glass that was about to give him. That's when I realized it was my uncle Jaroslav, I was shocked to see him still alive, but before I asked him what happened to him everyone, I wondered who that little girl was. He said with even a bigger smile on his face, “can’t you recognize her?” he said, it was my daughter when I heard that I didn't know how to react or what to say. After calming down a bit, I grabbed two drinks and a glass of milk for the little one. We sat down at a table and started to talk for hours on hours on end around three o'clock in the night we finally finished our conversation. Before he left, he told me about the militia. Apparently, he knew who they where he gave me a radio that when the time comes, they would radio in on this frequency. He picked up my daughter, who was named Lexa, who was in a deep slumber, seeing that my uncle finally told me what happened to my wife. Apparently, the ChDKZ dragged her out and shot her straight in the head in the streets. When I heard that I didn't even know what to say, I suspected that she may had been killed, but I still had my hopes up but of course these fucking distgusing traitors would find her and kill her, due to her relation with NAPA. He said he was sorry to inform me about it. I just nodded to him and said we said goodbye.