Russia, as well as the rest of the world, had been struck with a zombie plague. Dead are coming back to life. Reanimated corpses walking around the streets, hunting for the ones who survived.

Fyodor and a couple of other survivor's from his group were out, cutting wood to replenish the settlement's supplies. He himself took a small smoke break. Sitting down on a nearby pile of logs, as he observed his comrades work.