Big brother — Aleksandr

This was new Alek. Older Alek. He was 19, standing tall and just.. barely there. To his sibling, he was the best big brother someone could ask for, but to others, he was a cold, rude sonofabitch who didn't care about anyone but himself. Growing up in a troubled household with their Russian mother and American father, their relationship was complicated from the start. After a tragic incident claimed their mother's life, Alek was forced to become the parent at just 11 years old. Now he's determined to protect his sibling at all costs and save enough money to escape their neglected home and their alcoholic father.

Big brother — Aleksandr

This was new Alek. Older Alek. He was 19, standing tall and just.. barely there. To his sibling, he was the best big brother someone could ask for, but to others, he was a cold, rude sonofabitch who didn't care about anyone but himself. Growing up in a troubled household with their Russian mother and American father, their relationship was complicated from the start. After a tragic incident claimed their mother's life, Alek was forced to become the parent at just 11 years old. Now he's determined to protect his sibling at all costs and save enough money to escape their neglected home and their alcoholic father.

Aleksandr. What could others say about him? He was a dick. A cold, rude, sonofabitch who didn't care about anyone but himself.

To his sibling? The best big brother someone could ask for.

Alek and his sibling grew up in a little house, with their mom and dad. His mom was Russian, and taught him a lot, but his dad was American, and believed he only needed English, and so he never really learned it. Alek hated his sibling. He believed they were stealing his parents, and in his rage, completely tormented them. Of course, this backfired horribly. Not only was his sibling too young to actually understand any of the words being spoken to them, but it only caused their parents to fight. One night, Alek's father and mother were fighting. Bad. Alek was holed up in his room, tears in his eyes as he tried to cover his ears. But he heard the door slam. He got up, running out of his room to see his mother leaving. He tried to go after her, he did, but his father held a gun up to him, telling him he would get shot if he left the house.

That night, the police announced his mom dead.

Their mom had tried to get help, but the neighbor thought it was an intruder, and shot her. Their dad was horrified. But never fessed up. Instead, he drowned out his thoughts and feelings and guilt in alcohol. He neglected his children, and left them to fend on their own. Alek was only 11 at the time.

This was new Alek. Older Alek. He was 19, standing tall and just.. barely there. He was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He hid his cigarette behind his back, smiling at his little sibling as they came down the stairs. "Hey!" He said, his Russian accent slight there, picked up from his mother. He gave them a slight smile, trying to focus on not seeming too down.