Vladimir Bezrukov grew up in the small coastal town of Kamyshovo, in which his parents owned a local bed and breakfast for passing travellers. He spent his teen years working at his parent's business as Chernarus wasn't exactly a hotspot for tourists so they couldn't afford to pay any employees. Vlad had no issue with this, he enjoyed working there and got to meet many new people through these years.
When Vlad was 19 his mother and father, Dominika and Vladimir Sr. were on a road trip to Chernogorsk to meet with some old friends for lunch when they spun off the road and rolled down a hill, they were both killed. A day later a passing car saw the wreckage and called the emergency services, not realising it was far too late. Vlad knew something was wrong but assumed they had spent the night in a hotel and would return soon enough, until he got that dreaded knock on the door and was informed of his parents untimely demise. This news hit Vlad and his younger sister Valeriya extremely hard. They closed the bed and breakfast for a few days to grieve and deal with the funeral proceedings. After the funeral had passed Vlad knew he would have to re-open the family business and carry on as normal; meaning he could no longer see Sofia as often as he'd like. He became very prone to fits of rage during his time of grief and that never really went away.
After a few years had passed Mr and Mrs Bezrukov were but a faint memory in Vlad's mind, but the underlying rage never quite went away.
Vlad begun his criminal life by stealing from the stores in surrounding towns and progressively got worse, he went on to begin burgling houses in and around Kamyshovo. He got away with it for a long time, until one night he was attempting to un-plug a television from behind the cabinet to steal it when someone hit him in the lower back with a baseball bat. He fell to his knees, where he promptly pulled out a multi-purpose tool from his cargo pants and switched to the first tool he could find. The screwdriver. He turned slowly and leapt toward his attacker, plunging the screwdriver into their throat over and over until he was covered in blood and their throat was gurgling and sputtering blood all over Vlad's hands and torso.
The red faded away from Vlad's eyes and he looked down to see a young woman, she couldn't have been any older than 20. She wasn't breathing.
Vlad left the house without even taking the television. He had no interest in material possessions or money after what he had just done. He didn't feel any guilt, in-fact, he wanted to do it again. Vlad had discovered something he was incredibly good at, and he really liked it. It made him feel powerful.
Vlad went on the following months doing this over and over again, targeting young men and women on dark nights and killing them in various sickening ways, and leaving their corpses for the authorities to find them. He had developed a taste for it, an insatiable hunger.
One fateful night in April of that year in Elektro, Vlad was stalking a man who was walking with crutches, he looked vulnerable. Vlad liked that. He followed the man into an alleyway and hit him over the head with a lead pipe. He then proceeded to grab him by his legs and drag him backward, his face scraping against the gravel. He beat him to death in that alleyway with a lead pipe. He felt invincible.
The following morning he was heading back home from the city as Sofia had called to let him know she was coming to visit. He broke down upon seeing her again after so long and told her everything. She understood. The only person in this cruel world who ever truly understood him. That same day his younger sister, Valeriya was acting rather suspicious and outright refused to speak with him. He confronted her about it.
"Why won't you talk with me? What's the matter with you?"
"I saw you... Vlad. I followed you last night and I saw what you did to that poor man. You're... A monster. I can't even look at you right now."
She knew. He was caught. This was it. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her backward into the wall, slamming her head into their father's hat stand. He heard a piercing sound and everything went black. A second or two later his vision slowly began coming back to him, from pure darkness, to blurry, to his sister impaled on their father's hat stand in the living room. He had pushed her right into it and it had stabbed her in the back of the neck. He was speechless... He never meant to hurt poor Valeriya. The door swung open, armed men stormed into their home as Vlad bundled himself through the back window of their family home to escape with Sofia following closely behind him.
They didn't stop running for what felt like days. They headed as far North as possible until Vlad's stomach and legs began to give out from the hunger and exhaustion. They found a campsite in the woods a few hours later with some elderly gentlemen who appeared to be hunting, they politely offered the young couple some food and they stayed with them for several days.
It was during these several days that the outbreak happened. Vlad and Sofia stayed in the camp with their new companions hoping the rumours weren't true until they were overrun one Sunday morning and the two of them had no choice but to flee yet again.
They've been hunting ever since.