Growing Up as a child, I didn't ever get to know much about my family. I grew up in an orphanage, along with 6 other children. I haven't had much in the last 20 years of my life. Now that I have been stuck in Chernarus for the last few years, I haven't even given a thought to returning to a normal life. Before everything went to shit in this world, I studied in Kiev to learn English and move to America. I managed to get into a program that set me up with a job in the US. The day arrived for me to board my plane, but on the way to America I had a Layover at Balota Airfield in Chernarus for a few days. During those few days I witnessed the plane crash into the hotel and I knew that my life was never going to be normal again. I knew I was never going to get to America and make my dream come true. All I did was wait in my room at the Tavern I was staying at for the first few days, but after that the rest has just been my time getting to where I am at now. Surviving here in Chernarus took everything away about my life, but one thing for sure is that I'm not letting it take my life.