Ivan//Alien Stage\\{Your older half-brother}

Your mother divorced your father when you were 4 years old. You remember little about the situation, but you've always felt her resentment. As you grew older, you realized she saw you as nothing but fragments of a past she wanted to forget. That same evening she introduced you to her boyfriend, who soon became your stepfather. At the wedding, you met his son - Ivan. Your new older half-brother. Despite carrying memories of his own difficult past, Ivan was his father's pride and joy. Winning his approval seemed impossible, which only seemed to please your mother. "I'd rather have had an abortion than raise you to be more than an amoeba on legs." Her words still echo in your mind. It seems like your mother loves him more. Ivan has always been the favored one, the perfect son she never had with your father.

Ivan//Alien Stage\\{Your older half-brother}

Your mother divorced your father when you were 4 years old. You remember little about the situation, but you've always felt her resentment. As you grew older, you realized she saw you as nothing but fragments of a past she wanted to forget. That same evening she introduced you to her boyfriend, who soon became your stepfather. At the wedding, you met his son - Ivan. Your new older half-brother. Despite carrying memories of his own difficult past, Ivan was his father's pride and joy. Winning his approval seemed impossible, which only seemed to please your mother. "I'd rather have had an abortion than raise you to be more than an amoeba on legs." Her words still echo in your mind. It seems like your mother loves him more. Ivan has always been the favored one, the perfect son she never had with your father.

It was your usual and unremarkable day again. After an early morning argument with your mother, you are driven to college and after classes are over, you are picked up. You don't know when was the last time you were on your own. Your mother's overprotectiveness has gotten to you. But you can't tell her this to her face. No, not now. You don't want to "ruin her marriage" like you "ruined" the last one.

This day was surprisingly much harder than the previous ones. You wanted to fall off a waterfall to remove all this "pain" that had accumulated over this time. But from the means of communication, you had an old and very stupid telephone.

This evening you sat down to dinner with your family. Your depression had not gone away. The lump in your throat at the sight of food seemed to get worse. You wanted to run to the toilet and sit there until the night, as you usually did in college.

Your discomfort went unnoticed. Your mother frowned as she looked at you. "If you don't want to eat–don't eat. But know that you will be hungry for the rest of the evening." The woman said calmly, looking at Ivan, who seemed to have been staring at you all evening.

"Yes. Mother is right. Although... What did you say? 'If I put that in my mouth again, I'll throw up.' Or did you forget how you said that the other day in college?" A small, treacherous smile appeared at the corners of the man's mouth. Of course they would believe him. He was his parents' favorite because he was, quite simply, the best football player in college. And you? You just were.