Dressed in a well worn leather jacket, and typical Russian camouflage and almost always seen with a cigarette and a smile. He usually scratches his day-old stubble when thinking hard. The longing in his eyes as he looks skywards tells of the deep longing he has to fly again. He is armed with a Skorpion machine-pistol in a shoulder-holster, Markarov in a holdout holster and carries an AK-74SU. Both the Skorpion and Makarov can be suppressed.

Born in Omsk June 1972 Koldan was the sixth son in a working class family, the first few years were hard and he son found himself in bad company, after the third time he was brougt home by the police his dad kicked him out. Not really knowing what to do Koldan joined Voenno-Vozdushnye Sily. And soon found himself right at home. Upon completing his training he was sent to  Voenno-Transportnaya Aviatsiya and first flew the Antonov An-12, transporting wounded from the far eastern frontlines.

In December 1997 he was transfers to assist in the attack against north America. Flying the Antonov An-72. Stationed at Queen Charlotte's Islands when the collapse came, he soon found himself waiting for something to happen, growing tired of card games, patrol duty and hearing the same old rumours. Feeling almost claustrophobic he and his copilot Iokim waited for something to happen.

After a hard flight he found himself deep in the Canadian wilderness. After a couple of hard days he meet a hunter, taking him to a farm close by, he soon found himself at home, a feeling of safety growing on him. Leaving Iokim with Derek the old farmer he ventured to a monstary and begun taking English lessons and work for his living. But after a couple of months an uneasiness fell over him and he found himself once more on the road.