Memoirs of Escape from Tarkov

Before the war in the Novinsk region began, I had no idea that things could turn out so bad. When you read this memoir, there are only two possibilities, either I escaped from the hell on earth in Takov City, or you dug out this mobile phone from a corpse somewhere. If you can find a place where the Internet is still intact, help me publish the dirty deeds of Terra Group and those cultists to the media. No matter what, take this phone and go to the abandoned construction site camp in the neighborhood. Find a man named Cheka there. In exchange, he will give you some supplies, guns and ammunition. You just need to tell him that I am dead. I wish you good luck and may you go further than me.