My name is Boris Tatinka i am born in Tashkent, Uzbekistan long time ago. I served my country in that damn war for so many years.I was a recon, the best one. I saw mates die, house burn and civilian killed in cold blood. I had a family, yes. But i prefer to don't talk about it. The war took me everything from me and thats its all its needed to know. The year passed and the peace return, but i was sick of my country, so i moved to the nearby state of Krakotzia and took a job as Survivalist Instructor in the army. 20 years have passed by then and now im a happy man. or at least i was an happy man. Everything gone madness when the first undead came out. I decided to grab my backpack and emergency supplies and leave as fast as possible. I knew of some flights that bring people to a safer area for a fee so i decided to give it a try. Lucky me i managed to find one and in 2 hours i was in the sky. The plane was shaking hard due to a tempest. and the destination WEST. The radar went out after 4 hours. Then the plane start rapidly to lose height and last thing i remember is the pilot telling everybody in russian that we were trying to make an emercency land near the chernarus area. Then the crash. I woke up in a forest, really pissed of and unaware of where i was, And start walking.