Fridirik Yakovich was a hardworking musician who worked 2 jobs to put food on the table for his family. His dreams of giving up the dock work that laced his hands with rope burn daily to focus on his talents in music were seeming more and more unlikely with the instability of his home country. He toiled through the hard times, with only his younger brother to help bring in money. Often even their combined cash wasn't enough. His mother needed her medicine, his wife and kids needed food and clothes, his brother's baby needed powdered milk. Of course, in times of war, all other honest Chernarussian families were in the same boat. Fridirik turned his back on any offer of un-lawful work- even if it did pay a pretty penny. He wasn't going to risk being arrested. That would surely mean the starvation of those he holds dear.
Despite his best efforts to keep everyone safe, when the infection first struck Miroslav and the family had to flee, his mother was too weak to run and therefore was left behind. She was old and had lived a good life. He understood her choice to insist on remaining to die in her home. It wasn't until his brother's, Igor, baby died from illness a month later that true grief struck Fridirik. They had taken the child to a UN camp but it was too overpopulated to get medical attention. The infant died shivering in a torn, damp blanket. Igor killed himself that very night.
A year down the line, with every military power either defeated or withdrawn, the Yakovich family (of which remained his wife and two children) survived by scavenging abandoned villages and living in a boarded up town house on the outskirts of the city. There were other survivors who they would see doing the same, and built a trusting relation- i.e an un-spoken understanding that neither meant the other harm. The horrible events that they had seen, the failed evacuation attempts, against all odds: they had survived. They now lived in this new post-apocalyptic world, unsure of what the next day would bring. You can imagine Fridirik's suprise when he returns from a supply run and sees the block of houses that his house was in raised to the ground by a gigantic chain detonation.
When the dust settled there was no sign of life. His wife and kids who were likely still tucked up asleep in the same small bed now crushed into the floor.
Word travels fast amongst survivors and when Fridirik heard that an English bitch in the region of South Zagoria was responsible for the death of his family, he only had one thing on his mind.