A few years time before the outbreak Lucky suffered from a mental breakdown due to depression and mounting pressure from work. It a some what crazy bid to cure his depression, he quit his job, sold most of his things and bought a one way plane ticket to Europe. He backpacked around Europe and made his way down to Chernarus.
While waiting to head to Russia, his bag was stolen. His money, passport, phone all gone. Depressed once again with no way out of the county Lucky hitchhiked to Sevlojarsk. He made his way around finding comfort on a bench by the church. Depressed and a emotional wreck a older man passing by stopped and talked to Lucky. He explained his situation to the older man who introduced himself as Dima. Lucky was stuck in a country he had no knowledge of, no mney, no friends. Dima took pity on him and offered him the spare bedroom for the night in his home in Berezhki, since it was getting late and they would discuss how to help Lucky in the morning.
Dima and Lucky talked for most of the morning. Dima explained how his wife died earlier in his marriage from cancer and his only son was killed during the civil war. He did not go into anymore details which Lucky was fine with.
They discussed Lucky's situation and both came to the conclusion that in better words , Lucky was fucked. Lucky and Dima came to a agreement. Lucky could stay at Dima's home as long as he helped out Dima with work and ran errands every now and then.
Some years later...
Lucky had grown accustomed to his situation. He struggled with Chernarussian but Dima was helping him learn. Lucky even got a job running mail in Sevlojarsk.
Lucky had made friends with some of the other people in his town. Victor who in his own words "A lazy as fuck cop who enjoys his job. Vera who was a waitress at a restaurant and Alex who was a bartender.
Lucky was a long way from home but he had finally found a place he could call home.