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Yuri Plisetsky is a certified genius.
Not only did the Ice Tiger of Russia manage to dethrone the defending champion at Worlds in his home country and then beat out the crowd favorite to the podium, he had figured out a surefire way to get to the bottom of his older brother’s depressive funk. Since their mother, Svetlana, passed away five years ago, the way Viktor interacted with him was a difference of night and day. It was obvious that a traumatic event like their mother’s death would have an impact on the both of them. However, Yuri could tell, even after they had both come to terms with everything, that something was still affecting Viktor so deeply.
Any time that Yuri tried to probe him during those early years, Viktor would not give him the answers that he wanted to hear. There would always be a disingenuous smile and a reply along the lines of ‘It’s a grown-up thing, Yuratchka. Maybe I’ll tell you next time’. All those years of dodging Yuri’s questions were over on this particular late summer night in St. Petersburg. The blond teen was sitting at the top floor of an old storage shed at the dacha Viktor had inherited in their mother’s will; he had started the off-season helping Viktor at the family vacation home turned hotel as usual but this off-season was going to be a whole lot different.
“If you won’t tell me anything now, maybe in the past you will.” Yuri mutters when he finally picks up the journal he had been looking for.
It was stacked neatly in the third box of Viktor’s old belongings during his twenties when he traveled the world on and off during his college years. As Yuri sat amid the dust and memories of the past, the truth was about to be revealed.