Zorin grew up in the city of Prishtina, Serbia. He lived a quiet life with his family though in 1998 Kosovo declared its separation from Serbia, sparking a year long battle of rebellion. Zorin's family lived near the boarder of these events and hostilities between the local Serbians and the separatists boiled over into the surrounding villages. In one such battle, young Zorin's home was destroyed by tank fire, killing his mother and father and leaving Zorin alone to fend for himself in what was becoming a war zone. For many months the young boy of only 13 did whatever he could to survive, he robbed, stole and in one particular situation, killed a man who attempted to beat him for taking food. the Kosovo Liberation Army had the backing of NATO and provided their support against the combined forces attempting to put Kosovo back under the control of Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. Surviving to the end of the conflict, Zorin made his way deeper into Serbia, eventually joining the Serbian army once of age and serving for a term before moving on.
Once out of the Army, Zorin was rather aimless, he did not wish to return to the slums from which he came, nor did he wish to deal with the strain of rules imposed upon him by military. Eventually a friend had offered him a job as some muscle. All he had to do was stand there and look intimidating was what he was told and he did so, earning easy cash in the process. Wanting more of this work, he prodded his friend for more, accepting a place in one of the Eastern European crime syndicates. He started low, simply an extra body who could carry a gun, but through hard work and the willingness to move himself into a better place in life, he worked his way higher through violence and cunning. Years passed and life was good for Zorin, he had what he wanted and knew his place in life....until a raid on the main groups compound by police forces and Zorin escaped just barely from being taken into custody. Seeing this as a sign, he packed his bags and moved, traveling east and across country boarders. He plyed what skill he had with the local rebel groups of a number of countries who were willing to pay outsiders for help in their causes. It dident matter what they were fighting or for who, as long as their money was green, he would take it. Fighting through Takistan for a number of months, Zorin met with a few local Chernarussians who were eager to see a few scores settled in their native homeland. With their cash in his pocket, Zorin accepted the job, a quick hit for quick cash. However all did not go according to plan and Zorin wound up captured by the local police for murder and sent to prison on the coastal Prison complex.
There the Serbian sat for another few years before eventually a prison break occurred, the guards seeming to simply have left the prisoners. Many prisoners stayed in the jail, using what supplies they could but many others sought to travel to the mainland and swam. Reaching the shoreline and realizing that something significantly worse was happening in these lands, Zorin attempted to scavenge what supplies he could and traveled inland, hoping to find his way out of Chernarussian lands but realizing he was more or less trapped. With few land routes out of the region and no boats, he was force to stay and survive.