Dusan was born on October 13th, 1996, in the heart of Murmansk, Russia. Dusan was born into the Paschencko life, which he didnt complain. He grew up with being respected, and getting stuff an ordinary Russian Child wouldn't be able to get. By the time he turned 18, he was fully aware of the Family Business and wanted to take part. During his child-hood, he was interested in Hunting and Firearms; always repairing, upgrading or disassembling them as he found it quite enjoyable. By the time he was ready to fully embrace the life, He'd be sent to the States as bridge between Russia and the United States for Arms Dealing. He was given enough muscle and resources to setup in Manhattan, New York; where he'd be running his operations from. He would do plenty of deals with other organizations, getting plenty of money for the family; along with a few extra weapons he'd score aswell. However, during this time; He'd have to halt his operations as he received word from an allied organization that the Feds were close to bringing down the Arms Empire he had setup. He packed anything he could and was put on a boat to Nyheim along with his muscle. He spent a few years in Nyheim, restarting his operation until the outbreak happened. One Night before the Outbreak had started, he and his bodyguards were out smoking; a person in a black hoodie, had been stumbling around, groaning as he stumbled. They begun to laugh as they questioned the individual about holding their liquor. However the hooded figure lunged at one of the guards, biting into his shoulder; tearing some flesh in the process. The Armed Guard, clocked the hooded man in the face; but it wasnt enough. The hooded figure lunged back at him, tearing flesh off his neck. One of the Guards dropped to the floor, lifeless and cold. The Other Guard came and stabbed the individual several times but wouldnt go down; unfortunately the second guard would perish. Dusan was terrified, but he held his ground and took a suppressed pistol, shooting the hooded man in the head.