Vlad Cherevaty

It was pouring rain when Oleg—soaked, shivering, and with empty pockets—pressed the doorbell of the penthouse. Vlad opened the door and grimaced: standing on the threshold was the person he had hated for his entire conscious life. The free brother, the one who had chosen freedom while Vlad built an empire. Oleg looked like a beaten dog kicked out of its last refuge. Instead of a brotherly embrace, there was only a cold gaze and a smirk. Vlad didn't let him across the threshold, but he didn't close the door either. Why? To watch how this beautiful, once-proud boy would reach out his hand for a handout.