Nicknamed Kazzi throughout his childhood by his mother. However, no-one dared to call him it now. The last man to do so was ripped into pieces and used as hunting bait. Oh, he remembered that one well. Everyone in Chernarus remembered that one. Hell, most of the world remembered that one. Anyway, he was born on the 12th August 1989 and lived these past years in the forgotten parts of Chernarus. Way off into the forest where his family cabin was hidden. Hidden not only from society, but from multiple governments, gangs and even mafias.
You see, Kazimir’s family was no ordinary one. His father, Dimitri, had been in the, let’s say…darker side of life for a while now. 20 years he’d spent in the drug business, performing all kinds of deals and the occasional bank robbery if he was low on cash. He’d had to retire of course. As we know with all major crime lords, they eventually have to prioritise other things. Sadly, Dimitri ended his career a little too late and it cost him his beautiful wife, Irina. The mother of Kazimir was ripped away from him and his father late one night in October, ’97. She was returning home from the supermarket to their home in Servograd. He knew it was dangerous here. Not just the weather. The mafia had been informed of his location and could strike at any time. But he was too greedy, too self-obsessed with money and reputation that he risked it all.
He paid for it.
Kazimir couldn’t remember it well, but the major details were enough. The snow was rendering him and his mother visionless. They didn’t see him until it was too late. He plunged his knife deep into Irina’s stomach and dropped her to the ground. It was all happening too fast and before he knew it, Kazimir was tumbling at the man, slipping on the icy ground beneath him. The man lost his footing and flew backwards. His head being skewered by a conveniently placed iron railing. The man was dead, but his mother was still spluttering, spitting blood over her chest. Kazimir jumped on to her, hugging her tightly. She hugged him back, but her grip fell more and more loose. She whispered to him in Chernarussian,
‘You tell your father to get you away from this place now, be safe my child. I love you both, very much.’
Her arms dropped to her sides and Kazimir was left alone, freezing, and in the dark.
But he was not scared.
He was angry.
You could say this anger was exactly what was required for the world he and the rest of humanity would be thrust into in July of 2017. It was only a few months prior that Kazimir had been approached by Dima Malinski, leader of the Černoruskýe Respublikanskaya Armiya. Dima had heard rumors from the people living in the closest town of Gorka about the 'crazy cabin man' and this had intrigued him; he needed someone who was trustworthy, Chernarussian and able to use a gun. At first there were only a handful of them, arranging secret meetings and stockpiling resources and ammunition in preparation for an inevitable national crisis. They chose to stay behind when martial law was declared, opting to protect Chernarussian nationals who were too proud or fragile to leave. These people were the lifeblood of the land and the CRA would stop at nothing to keep as many of them alive as they could. This ethos and their mission continued forward even after the outbreak, although losses were high and their supplies diminishing; they would not give up on the people of Chernarus.