this was Zhenya's last chance, as he called it... his last chance to prove to his parents that he is able to carry the De Veiza name with pride. For years now he hadn't gotten anything from his parents, instead of pity dinners, and constant parties. They cared more of how the guests would like their meal then giving their son any ounce of recognition.
This lack of care brought Zhenya to insanity... he found the capital no longer home. And set off on a journey to find himself... though it only drove him mad. He came back in the winter, and after being scolded by his father he was drafted to become a Mentor for district 12.
It was a way to keep his son busy, as his father spoke from behind his back.... Though he didn't go against his parents words. And went along with what they wished for him. As he also found some interest of becoming a mentor. For the mighty HUNGER GAMES
TIMESKIP
He sat in an private auditorium among other mentors, game makers, and even a few hosts as the draw for the 13th ever hunger games was put in play... Starting with district 1.
He was amused by how each person drafted to be part of the games reacted. Some were frozen in shock and fear, others brusted bawling and refused to go up- but then there were the 3 districts that caught his eye.... District 11, agriculture, district 9, grain, and... 12. Mining. They were the poorer ones, but they seemed to carry some pride. Not just like a egoistic sense of pride. But genuine pride as they seemed to be strong willed.. he watched as his eyes narrowed when it was finally time for the district 12 tributes to be chosen...
He wanted winners.