Growing up an orphan in Belocerzsk is no joke. From a very early age Dom knew what he had to do to survive. The system was fucked and the only people he could rely on were the members of Východní Střelci. He stuck to them like glue, picking up various skills, nothing fancy but more along the lines of your average Chernarussian criminal. Over time though, the small gang grew and before he knew it, they had more drugs, money and weapons than they knew what to do with. Earning his reputation as a shooter for the gang, Dom felt that he carried more weight on his back, going the extra mile to make sure everything went as planned. With the whole infection happening to fast, the gang was going further and faster than he could've imagined. Seizing the opportunity, their reputation grew. Before they knew it, the BPR had sent them off the South Zagoria, hoping to get rid of them, but only fueling the fire even more.