Victor looked up at Brooke, and forced a smile to his face as she giggled insipidly; "One will be fine, sis".<br/><br/>When their parents had died, Victor had been just 11 years old - going on 20 now, he was seeing his sisters for the first time since they'd been separated by adoption. Luna & Brooke, his little 9-year-old twin sisters had been taken from him, he who had been entrusted to care for them, by that rich, fat couple... he could still remember the joy on their faces, the bellowing laughter of the girls adopted father as he held them in his arms... and the momentary sadness, the awkwardness with which he told Victor that they just didn't have room for three, but he was sure Victor would find a nice family real soon.<br/><br/>Well, Victor hadn't spent much longer in the orphanage... but his family wasn't so nice. Adopted by a bitter old Ukrainian woman named Olga Karyovich, he'd gone to live on her farm with the dozen other children she'd adopted. Olga ran her farm like she still lived in the old country, waking the children at 5 a.m. every morning, and having them work on the farm until noon, when they stopped for a thin lunch, and a few hours of homeschooling under Olga, and then they were back out in the fields until the sun started to fall. Life on the farm was hard for everyone but Olga - she lived quite comfortably on the thousands of dollars she received in monthly stipends for the children she 'cared for' - but it grew especially hard for Victor when he tried to run away at 14.<br/><br/>Finally escaping at 18, when Olga no longer held legal authority over him, he had gotten a job as a bicycle messenger. Recently, his hard work had allowed him to establish himself in his own loft apartment, a wide-open renovated warehouse with concrete floors and windows along the south wall, and he started trying to look up his sisters. When he finally found them again, they were on the other end of the state, with the wealthy, caring family who'd taken them in 8 years before. Over the last months, he'd cajoled and ingratiated himself back into their lives, finally encouraging them to move in with him. He loved his baby sisters he said, and he wanted to catch up for all the time they'd lost... and here, away from their caring but over-protective adoptive parents, they could enjoy a real, adult college experience, or whatever they chose.<br/><br/>Now as he sat on the new plush leather couch, his foot up on the new Pottery Barn coffee-table, looking at the huge LCD TV hanging on the wall and at the beautiful Persian rugs on his once-bare concrete floors, as he sat surrounded by the opulence their parents had smothered them with, he looked over at his beautiful, smart, happy sisters and he realized he had nothing to give them... he realized he wasn't sure if he loved them or hated them.<br/><br/>(Hi ladies! Let me know if you need me to change anything. The way its written, you two would be either late 17 or early 18)