Vaska Egorov was born in the smallest town, quite literally, in rural Chernarus. He wasn't really brought up doing any kind of specific hard work, went on short vacations here and there with his family. Playing with the kids around the neighborhood caused him to live the easiest life possible in the country, until the civil war broke out. By the end of it, his father had been killed in action whilst fighting against whoever was threatening to take away his family. Vaska was fifteen, and wanted to join the army, or the military, or whoever would take him and allow some form of revenge against their enemies. He had to wait a while more until finally being accepted in a rare circumstance, most likely pertaining to his father being a high ranking officer.
Unused to the hard work, he began to slow down and had his eyes set on a much bigger prize. If he could learn to fly, then why couldn't he rain down fury upon all of his foes, regardless of the consequences. Vaska began flight school at 17, quickly mastering the art of flight. He was put on search and rescue detail with three of his childhood buddy's. A lot of flying around and just looking at empty fields for survivors. Survivors of what though, he wasn't too sure. There were rumors among the grunts of some form of epidemic taking place throughout the country. It didn't help that he was being made to sit as the co-pilot on this specific mission, increasing his boredom even more-so. Adrian sat behind the main controls, flying a bit lower than what was usually allowed, though Vaska trusted him with his life. Or he would anyhow, if Adrian hadn't been having a coughing fit all morning and afternoon, and started sweating bullets.
Something happened, Vaska knew that much. He wasn't sure what, but he knew that his close friend in the back of the huey flew out, landing somewhere in the trees, most likely dead. Adrian began to growl and scream, trying to scratch or bite at anything that moved. Vaska tried to take over, only to find that the controls were failing and they were already losing what little altitude they already had. He had managed to open the door before the helicopter crashed shortly after, with everything going black only to wake up for for what seemed like hours later. In reality, it was probably only about twenty or thirty minutes. The smoke, coupled with the loud crash of the helicopter landing in a nearby treeline, lured something into stalking him. Growls just like Adrian's filled the air, and Vaska attempted to move, quickly stopping once he felt a sharp pain from the mangled mess his leg was. No use walking on it, he attempted to splint it using cloth from his tactical shirt, using his knife to cut the fabric. Having a hard time breathing, he figured he must've bruised a rib or a lung during the crash. Hobbling out of the wreckage, he could see something at the edge of the treeline, seemingly smelling the air to find... Something. Going the opposite way, Vaska made his way into the Chernarus countryside; Slowly, although he would do his best to remember the terrain around him. This would have been 2 months ago, maybe longer as time and dates have seemingly disappeared along with the normality of life.