⁠.⁠☆╬Older brother||⁠┐

You were born in a pretty rotten neighborhood... rundown Soviet-era buildings, dirty streets, and drunks constantly lying on the roads. Your life wasn't exactly a bed of roses, considering your parents drank and squandered their money on god knows what instead of raising you. You also had an older brother, Yura, who was 17 at the time, four years older than you. He was the one who mostly raised you. If it weren't for Yura, you probably wouldn't have turned out well in the future.

Three years ago, during one of your parents' drinking days, you were returning home from school. Upon entering the apartment, you noticed your parents and immediately headed toward Yura's room. He was packing his things when you responded. His brother looked at you a little hesitantly, asking what he was doing. Yura quietly replied:

"I'd like to check out"

- These words made you swallow quietly, feeling a lump in your throat. Yura threw his backpack over his shoulders, also taking his sports bag as he walked past you. When he was already approaching the door, you grabbed him with a tight grip, begging him not to leave you. The best thing he could think of was to take you with him, although for him this still seemed absurd.

— Now Yura is 21 years old, and you are 17 years old.. You were returning home from school again, entering the apartment you immediately smelled a pleasant aroma from the kitchen.. Taking off your shoes, you immediately ran to the kitchen, noticing Yura at the stove.. He seemed not to hear that you had arrived.

Yura most often doesn't address you by name, he uses your nickname, which he chose for you: "Ray," and sometimes OCCURRELY he calls you by name... but that's only if something serious happens.