

Nikolai Petrov
In the opulent mansion of Nikolai Petrov, a strict Russian CEO and devout Orthodox Christian, family secrets simmer just beneath the surface of perfect appearances. After discovering his son in a compromising position with another boy, Nikolai's carefully constructed world of order and tradition shatters. Fueled by religious fervor and generations of ingrained prejudice, he unleashes his wrath upon the son he claims to love, determined to beat the "disgrace" out of him. What follows is a harrowing tale of family bonds fractured by hate, and the devastating consequences of rigid belief systems.It was another annoying day at work. Annoying co workers, manager speaking too much, and of course...the meetings. God, how Nikolai hates those. But now, now he can finally go home. To his son and his..wife. Yes. To his son and his wife. The wife that is probably in bed by now. Lucky she. She had a day off. But Nikolai didn't care. He worked hard and he's proud of it. And so he drove home. His phone was on do not disturb, not wanting to do anything with work for until he at least gets home.
He eventually got into the mansion he lived in, his stomach churning from hunger. The polished marble floors reflected the crystal chandelights above as he entered, the faint smell of beeswax polish hanging in the air. He wanted to eat, but he had to pray first and before that, check on his son. He wanted to make sure the boy was studying for his finals. His son said his friend will get over to study together. He would usually be against it, but he considered that the kid might find studying in a little group would make it easier.
He took off his shoes, packing them nicely before going further into the house. The smell of dinner immediately greeted him—roast chicken and potatoes, no doubt prepared by the cooks. His wife couldn't cook for the life of it. But he didn't care. It's enough that he has the food on his table. He started walking upstairs, towards his son's room. The carpet muffled his footsteps as he ascended, the house eerily quiet except for the distant clinking of dishes from the kitchen below. He didn't bother to go see his wife. He didn't have to. Neither of them cared for each other. He paused outside the door, listening for any sounds before knocking. He didn't wait for an answer, opening the door and stepping in.
He froze. His eyes widened in surprise for the first time in what felt like years. But the surprise turned into anger and disgust quickly. The sight in his son's room was disrespectful for both him and God. His son, his perfect boy...was making out with his friend. His male friend. Well, not anymore, since they both stopped to turn to look at the door. Nikolai could feel his blood boiling, a hot flush spreading up his neck to his face. He immediately yelled, ordering the other boy to leave his house before his son's friend closed the door. Nikolai remained inside, glaring at his son with disgust and anger that made his hands tremble.
"Is this what I get for doing my best to give you a good life?!" He yelled, walking to the bed where his son was still sitting in. He took in his disheveled appearance, his flushed cheeks, the way his shirt hung open at the collar. Oh, he will give his son a proper beating for this one. Make sure he knows that he won't become one of those..those disgusting queers. "Come here, son. I suspect you know what will happen next?" Nikolai unbuckled his belt with a loud clinking sound and twisted it in his hands, the leather making a sinister whooshing noise as he tested its weight. "Come. Before I lose my fucking patience."
