Having been smuggled out of the Lithuanian Soviet Socialist Republic at a young age, Vytis knows knew very little of his birth parents. Being raised on the streets of Chicago, he had to rely on fellow Lithuanians for knowledge of the Old Country, although he never could pick up the language as most preferred to speak English now that they were "Americans". Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, he longed to go back and see the Old Country first hand, and attempt to reunite with his birth parents. Throughout his teens, he worked many jobs at local shops, saving his money to go back. Finally saving enough money to go, he booked the first flight he could to London then to Vilnius, at the age of 19.
Upon arriving in Vilnius, he was ecstatic that he finally made it, to the country of his birth. It was a shock, however, as he did not know the language. Thankfully, he managed to to befriend another Lithuanian through online chat forums, Jonas. With the help of Jonas, Vytis began to learn the language. The trip was only to last a few months, but with no obligations back home and enjoying his time, he decided to stay longer than anticipated. 6 months went by, then 7, then 8... soon enough, Vytis was in Vilnius for an entire year, picking up a few small jobs here and there where he did not have to use his language skills much, since he never fully learned Lithuanian fluently. He would rely heavily on Jonas and other friends to help him translate.
After a year had passed, Jonas approached Vytis with information to make more money, however, it was a more risky. Piracy was on the rise off the coast of Somalia, and several shipping companies were looking for able bodied men for security. Having no military background, Vytis thought the idea was crazy and he wouldn't be able to get the job, but his friend Jonas had several friends on the inside. They had forged a background and soon enough, Jonas, Vytis and several other of their friends were off the Horn of Africa protecting merchant ships from Somali pirates.
The months at sea were not nearly as bad as he anticipated, and the money was good. Besides, he got to carry an AKS-74 wherever he went. When their contract was over, he and his friends arrived back in Vilnius. Having made enough money, they could party non-stop for an entire summer. When winter came around, his friend Jonas would land another contact in various hotspots around the world, and Vytis would receive more training. Horn of Africa, Crimea, Donbass, Dagestan, Venezuela, Colombia, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Indonesia... wherever the contract said, he would go, but mostly areas with interest to the Russian Federation. Most of the other contractors were former Spetsnaz operatives from Eastern Bloc countries... Belarus, Ukraine, Latvia, Russia, Bulgaria... just to name a few. But they always called him "America", due to his accent. Although most of them knew his background was bullshit, they did not seem to mind since he was good with a gun and took training seriously.
One day during a contract in Syria, he and his convoy were ambushed by fighters rebelling against the Syrian government. Jonas and several other of his friends were killed, but they managed to fight off the attackers with help from Russian GRU Operatives calling in airstrikes while attached to the convoy. After his debrief, he did not take new contracts, yet continued to drink heavily and abuse drugs. Having reached his 27th birthday and running low on funds, he heard of several contracts being issued for protection detail in Southern Russia augmenting an FSB Border Guard unit. The exact details were kept top-secret, but the pay was right. He figured he could have one last contract before he return to the United States and find work as a police officer or firearms instructor.