Mikhail was born in Lopatino, the 15th of January 1990. His mother had died giving him birth, so he found himself by himself with his father, who'd do whatever job fate threw his way in order to put some food on the table for him. When he turned 7 he remembers his das receiving a visit from Piotr Novak, his uncle. He was a high ranking CDF member stationed in Berezino, and had come all the way to Location to financially help his brother and nephew. Mikhail's father wept at this act of generosity, but refused to accept the money, for he was a proud man, and wouldn't take charity even from his own family. Piotr then offered him to enter into a side business he had, which could easily make him some good money. His uncle actually sold to right-wing militia, for a very good price, all the weapons they'd confiscate to communist and Chedaki guerrilla during their operations. Mikhail's father accepted, and over the years consolidated his contacts with many good clients, and managed to offer his son a comfortable and well-financed childhood.
One day though, when he was 22, some men from a Chedaki unit stormed into his house, summarily executing his dad after having accused him of providing weapons to "the enemies of the people". Mikhail managed to run away into the woods, carrying only a knife with him. He traveled to a hunting lodge he had in the woods south of location, where he retrieved some canned food, aswell as an SVD, his favourite gun. He started hunting down communists, former guerrilla fighters and people of that sort (most of whom had turned to a civilian life) for the war might've been officially over, but not for Mikhail. He kept on this little operation of his, until the infection started spreading and things started becoming desperate, so he decided to leave the area for a bit, in search of greener pastures. He started heading west until, exhausted and almost starved, he stumbled upon the little village of Nova Ves and then he blacked out. He woke up in a bed, surrounded by people arguing : "you shouldn't have hit him that hard" "What could I do bratr? He looks like a Chedaki, or one of the other rag-tags militias out there, better safe than sorry, ano?" "He's awake".
Mikhail would look at the men confused for a few silent seconds, then broken by a voice: "So... are you commie?"
He laughed and spat on the ground, saying, still in a confused state: "Dad was killed by commies, I kill commies"
The men laughed and spoke with him at length, explaining to him that he was in a safe place, where he could be with like minded people and help each other. He stayed with the people of that village, and formed an unbreakable bond with them.