-- and who is so wrapped up in beautiful revenge fantasies of running over JJ with an ice resurfacer that he doesn't see the whirlwind coming until it's almost too late.

It's a waking nightmare that will startle him out of a sound sleep in a cold sweat at least three times in the next week: Katsudon, with unseeing eyes and outstretched arms, shambling toward him with mindless (or is it single-minded?) purpose. Looking like something out of that one horror film he'd picked up from a bootleg street vendor's stall back in St. Petersburg, the one he nearly hadn't been able to finish watching on his own. And for what reason? To choke him? To shake him? To hug him?

(Oh, crap, he'd hugged Yakov -- )

And with that realisation, Yuri, for whom the fight-or-flight decision usually comes down in favour of the former, opts for the uncharacteristic latter: he bolts.

'Whaa?' One glance over his shoulder tells him that it's worse than he thought, it's worse, it's so much worse, Katsudon's finally snapped, he's being pursued, and though he knows exactly how fast Katsudon can run his own poor abused legs are only just able to stay ahead in the chase. 'Stay away from me!'