Martin was born in Malmö, Sweden to Edgar and Marita Berglund. He grew up poor but he was always happy, not a worry in the entire world. Not even when his father lost his job and turned to alcohol. Life changed drastically after his father lost his job, even though Martin was still the same boy everything else changed and his father got more and more frustrated to the point of beating both Martin and his mom black and blue. Martin had to hide the bruises and broken bones from his friends and soon they started to just leave him alone and he soon isolated himself completely. He became more bitter, angry. Martin began to take out his angers on others and as he grew older it became worse. He would start to hang around in the wrong circles, and soon found himself in tow with a bunch of shady individuals. He started hanging more and more with them and after a while he took over the reigns of the gang and reformed it completely. They began mugging old people but their hunger grew for bigger things. They began taking protection money from night clubs and smaller shops. Those who did not pay got their fucking heads smashed in.
It all took a turn for the worse when the gang ran into Russian mobsters and they started working for them. They did whatever they were told, mostly acting loan sharks for the Russians. But they were soon contacted by the mobsters to perform a major robbery in Russia and they of course accepted ever so hungry for money. They traveled to Russia disguised as tourists and planned the hit with the Russians. It was all going to be easy and quick. Hit the bank and get out. Turns out Russian police is a big pain in the ass and Martin ended up having to shoot two of them. Once they finally escaped Martin and his money hungry friends shot their companions and dumped their bodies. They lived like kings in Moscow for a few days before both police and mobsters got a hold of their whereabouts and in the escape Martin was separated from his friend and just drove in one direction. He ended up in a small village and laid low for a few months. Jets, and people were running and flying all over. Martin being curious tried to ask another man but he just shouted at Martin in another language so Martin just kinda stayed in the village for a few more days before venturing outside to find the village empty.