Author's Note : It's kind of interesting how I came up with the idea for this fic. I was watching the first episode of Breaking Bad and thought, "Russia would make a drop-dead sexy drug supplier," and then the idea wouldn't leave me alone. XDDD Hope you like it~
Toris stood in front of the large mansion, wondering what the hell he was doing here.
Oh right...
Raivis had helped him get an interview with his boss. Toris needed a job, and his younger brother knew it.
"H-he's a very good boss," Raivis had said. "I-I know you need this Toris."
"I don't need your help Raivis, I'm the older brother, remember?" Toris sighed. "I can find a job on my own."
"P-please Toris? For me?" He pouted, making his older brother smile and tousle the blonde's flaxen hair.
"Alright, for you." Toris scratched his head. "Doesn't Eduard work with you?" Their other sibling had always been a tough subject.
"He's on k-kitchen duty, but y-yeah." Raivis smiled weakly.
"And what do you do?"
Toris remembered the way his younger brother's face had paled. "Oh, y-you know... his p-paperwork, and I organize his m-meetings... Things like that."
"What does your boss do?"
"H-he's in the trading business." Raivis frowned, looking down at his shoes. "Nothing too exciting."
Nothing too exciting, yeah right...
A house like this wasn't acquired through a boring job.
The mansion was easily four stories tall, and the outside was covered in what looked like black slate.
I don't belong here...
Toris sighed and made his way to the double doors that lead to the inside of the house and knocked on it's deep mahogany wood. Somethig was engraved in the wood just above Toris's eye level. From what little Russian Toris knew, he guesses it said "Master Braginski".
A familiar blonde with bluish-lavender eyes opened the massive door. Toris smiled at his brother.
"I knew you'd make it!" Raivis said, embracing his older brother tightly around the waist and leading him inside.
Toris stared up at the ceiling, nearly fifty feet above his head. Scenes of destruction and death were painted on the shallow dome - and some were so graphic that the brunette had to look away.
"Charming," He said quietly.
Raivis nodded. "Master Braginski seems to think so."
Toris continied to follow his brother younger sibling through the house. The pair climbed a flight of stairs and stopped in front of another mahogany door. Raivis adjusted the collar of his brother's shirt and straightened his tie.
"You must always referr to him as Master Braginski or Sir. He appreciates it when you make eye contact. And you must never - under any circumstances - mention your family or siblings unless directly asked about them. He doesn't take to things like that kindly." Raivis flashed a weak smile. "But he already knows we're realted, so there's no need to bring that up anyway."
Toris sighed. "Okay."
Raivis nodded and knocked on the door they were in front of. "M-Master Braginski? Toris is here for the i-interview." Toris couldn't help but notice how his brother shook.
When someone answered from the other side of the door Raivis jumped.
"G-go in, and for God's sake Toris, remember what I told you." The blonde whispered before pushing his older brother through the doorway.
Toris stumbled but quickly regained his footing.
The lighting in the room was dim. A huge desk made of dark wood was placed in the center of the room and in front of it were two black leather chairs, identical to another behind the desk, but with shorter backs.
It's an office...
Toris brushed his bangs out of his eyes. From what he could see, he was alone in his potential boss's office.
But someone must have been here a second ago...
"You must be Toris, da?" A male voice with a thick Russian accent said from behind the desk. Toris jumped at the unexpected break in silence. He still could not see anyone else in the room with him.
"Y-yes! Are you-?" Toris began timidly, looking around the room.
"Master Braginski." The black chair whirled around and Toris stepped back. A tall man with greyish-blonde hair and violet eyes was sitting there, with what seemed to be a water faucet balancing on his thighs. The man was wearing a black suit and white button down shirt, which was unbuttoned to just above his bellybutton. Around his neck was an off-white scarf. His smile was warm and inviting, and in seeing this Toris began to relax.
"You are my dear Raivis's brother, correct?" Master Braginski asked.
Toris nodded. "Yes sir."
"And from what I understand, Eduard's also?"
"Yes sir."
Master Braginski opened a drawer of his desk and took out a pen and some paper. "Do you have any other siblings?" His violet eyes scrutinized Toris's every move.
"No sir." Toris shifted uncomfortably where he was standing.
"Forgive me for being so rude! Please, sit down." The man motioned toward the two chairs in front of the desk. Toris reluctantly sat in the one farthest away from the desk and the man sitting behind it.
"Now, do you have any criminal record?" He asked, locking eyes with the brunette and leaning forward in his seat.
"No sir."
"No driving tickets?" The Russian leaned his head into his palm.
"No sir."
"Nothing at all?"
"Nothing sir."
Master Braginski scribbled on the paper he had on his desk quickly.
"Do you speak any other languages besides English?"'
"I speak a little Russian and French, but I am fluent in Lithuanian." Toris said, adding a quick "sir" at the end.
"And your resume?" Master Braginski held out his hand.
Toris handed the Russian the piece of paper he had been clutching tightly. Master Braginski glanced over it.
"You graduated top of your class last year, I see. And your Masters Degree is in...?" He glanced up, green eyes meeting violet ones.
"Business Management, sir."
"You took Polish for your foreign language in high school?"
"Only for one year, sir."
He nodded and bit the end of his thumb. "Well, this interview is over. You can start working tomorrow."
Toris gaped at the Russian. "I got the job, sir?"
"Of course Toris! With a resue like yours, who wouldn't hire you?" Master Braginski stood up and Toris mimicked him. "I will give you the rest of today to pack your things from your home and move them here."
"Master Braginski, I don't understand." Toris stared at the Russian's bare chest.
"My staff stays in the house with me, it is certainly big enough, da? So, you will pack your belongings and I will send someone to your address at noon tomorrow. They will bring both you and your things here and you will begin your job." He smiled all the while, water faucet in hand.
"Master Braginski-"
"Please, call me Ivan."
"Ivan," Toris corrected. "What exactly will I be doing, sir?"
"Oh," Ivan said coolly. "Just a few odd jobs here and there, at least, until I can put you into a more permanent position like your brothers'. And I have a feeling that a new position will be coming very soon for you, Toris." Ivan winked at the shorter man and clapped him on the shoulder. Toris blushed. "I will have one of your new co-workers give you a tour of the house tomorrow. And before I forget," Ivan pulled a small key-card from his pocket. "This will allow you to access the main part of the house and most of the room inside it. Do. Not. Lose. This. Da?" Master Braginski squeezed Toris's shoulder with every word.
"I won't, sir." Toris took the key-card and slipped it onto the back pocket of his pants. Ivan smiled and pushed a button on the phone on his desk.
"Raivis, come and show your brother the way out."
R-right away, sir, Raivis answered from the other side, sounding slightly disappointed.
A few seconds later, Raivis opened the door and Toris started to make his way out.
"Good luck Toris." Ivan called from behind him. Toris turned around and mumbled a hasty "thank you, sir" in Ivan's general direction.
Once both of them were safely outside, Raivis shut the door to Master Braginski's office. Raivis sighed and wrung his hands.
"I-I'm sorry T-Toris. I-"
"I got the job." Toris smiled weakly down at his brother.
Raivis's head shot up at his elder brother. He flashed a wide smile. "Really? You did? When do you start?"
"Tomorrow."
They made their way down the stairs. "So you have to get packed and everything tonight? Is someone coming to pick you up in the morning? I'm so happy for you Toris!"
"Thank you Raivis." Toris smiled. "Umm... do all of his employees live here?"
"Oh, yeah. He likes to have us close, just in case there's a... an emergency."
"So you live here too?"
"Yeah, I do. W-we all do. I'm sure y-you'll adjust as q-quickly as the rest of us did."
"How many others are there? Working here, I mean."
"A f-few dozen, give or take a c-couple people."
A few dozen? "Full house."
"Not r-really." Raivis shook his head. "You hardly see anyone e-else around. The grounds are huge. And this is only the entry building and the offices. The main part of the mansion - with the h-housing and the k-kitchens - is easily twice this size. And that's not counting the indoor shooting range-"
"Shooting range?"
Raivis's eyes widened. "Y-yeah, but no one uses it."
Damn, this guy is loaded...
"What does Master Braginski trade?"
They reached the front door. Raivis ran his fingernails over the dark wood. The younger man bit his lip.
"Look, Toris... I'll tell you later, okay? You... y-you really need to get home and start p-packing."
Toris raised his eyebrows. "Alright, Rai. See you tomorrow." He slowly walked outsde when Raivis opened the door.
"Okay Toris. B-but just know... once you're working for Master Braginski, you will be for a long time."
Raivis shut the door before Toris had the chance to ask what he meant.