When Oskars Ziemele came into this world, no one would think that he'd end up a criminal. Not his mother, his father, his older sister or any of the immediate family. 15 years later, he'd do his first stint. The looks in his families eyes as they talked to him through glass would be remembered forever. The look of disappointment and shame. He had become the black sheep, and he used every opportunity to stay that way.
It was no surprise that he turned out like this. Buying sweets to then sell back at school. His donations to the bullies of the playground. Oskars understood the machinations of power at such a young age, and he knew how to exploit it. If there was a fight, you could bet Oskars had some way to benefit from it.
We all make mistakes, and some of those landed Oskars in prison. There, he just learnt more tricks of the trade, made connections, met friends. By the time he was out, he'd done more networking on the inside than he could have on the outside.
His connections did him well. He was landed a job as a fence for an established heist crew. The plan was to hit 5 locations within the Black Sea region, whilst selling off the spoils along the way. Everything was going fine, until the group hit Novigrad. The increased CDF troops dealing with the start of the outbreak wasn't accounted for. Half were arrested, half were shot. Oskars managed to run into the hills, waiting and planning.