New Home(Gerasim x Forenzik)

Chapter 1: The Interview Process

Gerasims leg bounced with excess nerves, he never thought anything in his life would lead up to this exact moment. Sitting in a concrete room, on a chair many before him had sat on. Many people who never saw the outside of this room again. He was about 90% sure he was going to join the latter, judging by the giant bloody stain on the space in front of him on the table. It looked like there had been many attempts to scrub away the crimson, but the stubborn, dried fluid had no plans on leaving its spot. Leaving a stain in its memory, to serve as a reminder for what will happen to the next person who sat in this very seat.

His breaths were heavy, reeking of cheap vodka. The stuff you'd find below the bottom shelf at a Target, real penny pinchers got this for a quick way to break sobriety. He couldn't stand the feeling of being sober right now, or at all these past two weeks. At some point, he had come full circle in his hole of self pity to where he realized he couldn't just sit and mope while his brother suffered in an unfamiliar country.

Sergai, his brother. His dear younger brother. They had a standard sibling relationship, nothing particularly stood out. They had their typical squabbles about nonsense, time to bother each other, things to bond over to a minimal degree. Gerasim was his older brother, he had a duty to protect him. Even at Sergais' big age of 19.

He chuckled, thinking back to it. Sergai had left Russia to come visit him during his break at university, though the "visit" became indefinite during his stay. Sergai's home situation was looking pretty rocky back in Russia, and he was fine with letting him stay at his place for as long as he needed to. Getting a stable home and income in America was going to be quite the task, so he knew he'd be there for a couple years. It's funny, Gerasim had always told him he'd buy him his first shot, and by god was Sergai going to hold him to that promise. Well, was going to, with "was" in the past tense. Gerasim was no longer able to hold up his end of the deal. All it took was three days for the followers to catch on to a new person in the lonely foreigners house, to understand his significance. And when does Gerasim ever get anything nice? Some peace and god damned quiet without having another set of eyes on him?

God he really hoped his brother was okay..
He wouldn't be able to live with himself if Sergai had gotten hurt, or worse. He didn't even want to think about "worse" right now. He had something to focus on.
Answers.
Good answers.
He was here for an interview, because despite Freddrick knowing literally everything about him, he "still has to go through the same interview process everyone else does."
He's not special.
That was what he was telling him, essentially.

He had a feeling he would be hearing that a lot from now on.
"You're not special."
"You're not special."
"You're not special."
It was probably going to get annoying pretty quickly, everyone there knew who he was, but not in a good way. He wasn't special in a good way. But by god was he going to stick out like a sore thumb.

If he got through the interview.
Right, the interview. Letting his thoughts drift again, I see. He shook his head and took a deep breath, all he had to do was get through it with a smidge of his dignity.
Not like he had much left anyways, not after taking him up on his offer.

Speaking of him, Freddrick swung open the door. The door knob slamming against the wall rapidly transported the anxiety bouncing in Gerasim's leg throughout his body. He settled down while he heard the gravely cackle of the middle aged German man taking his sweet time walking from the door to his seat, the side of the table that was nice and clean. The clean part shined in the LED light above the table, not a spot of nearly reddish brown to be seen. The only thing that did stain was a coffee ring, which was covered up by a cup of coffee. It looked like cheap black coffee, gross.

"Hello Gerasim, how wonderful it is to see you!" He beamed condescendingly. Gerasim gave him an awkward half smile and a cordial wave. Mid wave, his hand got yanked away into a very rough and rigid handshake. "Ah, you look like shit as always." He said, squeezing his hand just a bit too hard before letting go.
"Glad to see you've made yourself comfortable and..." He sniffed the air, scrunching his face. "Wow, skipped the shower before drunkenly lugging yourself into your car today.." He set his papers down on the table. "Hopefully you only run people over when they work for me, wouldn't want to lose that special little part of our dynamic, wouldn't we?" He chuckled.