My name is Aleksey. I grew up in New Moscow, a veritable fortress built underneath a mountain. When the bombs fell, my parents were two of the lucky ten thousand that managed to reach its safety. New Moscow isn't the best place to live, but it's the only place to live.

After a man named Felicks murdered my best friend and left me in the wastes to die, I thought I was done for. All I could do was crawl away like a wounded animal and hope the mutants wouldn't get me. I wandered on my hands and knees… until I wasn't in Russia any longer.

I can't even begin to explain what happened next.