viktor was in the russian navy, his ship was sunk by malfunctioning explosives detonating in the hold, as far as he knows he is the only survivor. he awoke on the shore of turkey he had never been to turkey except in port to refuel the ship. he manages to scavange enough supplies to begin the journey toward home. the entire area he has explored seems deserted for some reason. plates still set on tables but all doors unlocked, gunshots can be heard in the distance, he decides to try to find a working long range radio to try and contact his superiors for rescue and to look into what has happened in this land. all the signs are in a language he kind of understands so he feels like he can still figure out where he needs to go so navigating will be a little easier. He begins his treck north battling nature and the elements he begins to recognize the landscape. Memories of his childhood come rushing back to him of his grandparents and a cabin that stood alone in the woods. He smiled a bit and shook his head knowing fullwell that he did not remember how to get to that cabin and that his grandparents had been dead for four years. Ad the signs he was reading began to change from Turkish to chernarussian he knew he was nearing the place his grandparents had moved to so long ago. Chenarus. He decides to look around and see if he can find that old cabin. he has skills in shooting, survival, map reading, and doing pretty much whatever it takes for him to stay alive. so basically he is trying to get back to his old life and he will do anything necessary to accomplish this. he is friendly but also cautious.