It's too much to ask that either Mila or Lilia will be in the same place as they were when their party was separated, but Lilia's height makes her easier to locate. Yuri spots her talking to two younger women, both of whom are listening to her with rapt expressions that make it clear that they're not going anywhere any time soon, so he makes a mental note of where she is and goes up on his toes in an effort to track down Mila. It takes him longer than he wants, but finally he catches sight what looks like the top of her hair, and he's off on the hunt again.
As he approaches, he sees that Mila's talking to an older man with a blotchy red nose. Drink, possibly, but the room is getting a little too warm from the press of bodies and the old hotel's overzealous heating system, and Yuri wouldn't be surprised if he's a little red in the face himself by this point. The man looks vaguely familiar, probably someone from the initial round of introductions; they'd all gone by so quickly that there's no telling exactly where he's from, which means that it's Rostelecom until proven otherwise. Mila's talking, and the man is listening attentively, so it would be rude to just butt in. Still, Yakov had said to find her: Yuri does have an excuse for cutting in.
Mila notices him before he can speak, and her face lights up. 'Oh, Yuri!' she says, smiling. 'I was wondering where you were. Were you looking for me?'
In spite of her cheerful greeting, she's not reintroducing him to the man, which is as clear an indication as any to Yuri that she doesn't necessarily want this conversation to continue. Yet the man, by contrast, doesn't seem so inclined to back out gracefully. Instead, he smiles and nods a greeting to Yuri, as if to include him in their earlier discussion. 'I was just asking your lovely fellow skater about her program for this weekend, and her signature moves,' he says. 'Is there something special that we should be looking to see you perform here as well?'
It's better phrased than the other Rostelecom jerk's question, and doesn't mention Viktor at all, but Yuri notices that the man isn't really making eye contact with him when he says it. It would be easy to attribute that lack of eye contact to nerves or something, but the man's eyes aren't darting around. In fact, they seem to be fixed quite steadily on one place, slightly to Yuri's right. And unthinkingly, with a dancer's trained eye for assessing spotting techniques, Yuri flicks his own gaze quickly in that direction -- to discover that the man's line of sight ends right at Mila's breasts.
For the second time that day, a bolt of pure rage clears Yuri's head like a dash of cold water to the face. You absolute piece of shit! But this time he can't lash out, can't react on instinct alone to smack the creep away from them both. He can't do that to Mila; she doesn't need to end up in the middle of a huge scene just because of some filthy pervert who'd probably deny the whole thing anyway. But for fuck's sake, he has to do something --
'A quad axel,' he says suddenly, with a perfectly straight face. He hears Mila choke slightly next to him, but doesn't look over at her just yet. 'Mila's been helping me with the strength training for it. She can bench-press my entire body weight and then some.' Only then does he glance up at her, to see that she's trying not to burst from the effort of holding back her startled laughter. 'That hockey player you were dating found that out the hard way, didn't he? When you caught him cheating on you?'
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As he approaches, he sees that Mila's talking to an older man with a blotchy red nose. Drink, possibly, but the room is getting a little too warm from the press of bodies and the old hotel's overzealous heating system, and Yuri wouldn't be surprised if he's a little red in the face himself by this point. The man looks vaguely familiar, probably someone from the initial round of introductions; they'd all gone by so quickly that there's no telling exactly where he's from, which means that it's Rostelecom until proven otherwise. Mila's talking, and the man is listening attentively, so it would be rude to just butt in. Still, Yakov had said to find her: Yuri does have an excuse for cutting in.
Mila notices him before he can speak, and her face lights up. 'Oh, Yuri!' she says, smiling. 'I was wondering where you were. Were you looking for me?'
In spite of her cheerful greeting, she's not reintroducing him to the man, which is as clear an indication as any to Yuri that she doesn't necessarily want this conversation to continue. Yet the man, by contrast, doesn't seem so inclined to back out gracefully. Instead, he smiles and nods a greeting to Yuri, as if to include him in their earlier discussion. 'I was just asking your lovely fellow skater about her program for this weekend, and her signature moves,' he says. 'Is there something special that we should be looking to see you perform here as well?'
It's better phrased than the other Rostelecom jerk's question, and doesn't mention Viktor at all, but Yuri notices that the man isn't really making eye contact with him when he says it. It would be easy to attribute that lack of eye contact to nerves or something, but the man's eyes aren't darting around. In fact, they seem to be fixed quite steadily on one place, slightly to Yuri's right. And unthinkingly, with a dancer's trained eye for assessing spotting techniques, Yuri flicks his own gaze quickly in that direction -- to discover that the man's line of sight ends right at Mila's breasts.
For the second time that day, a bolt of pure rage clears Yuri's head like a dash of cold water to the face. You absolute piece of shit! But this time he can't lash out, can't react on instinct alone to smack the creep away from them both. He can't do that to Mila; she doesn't need to end up in the middle of a huge scene just because of some filthy pervert who'd probably deny the whole thing anyway. But for fuck's sake, he has to do something --
'A quad axel,' he says suddenly, with a perfectly straight face. He hears Mila choke slightly next to him, but doesn't look over at her just yet. 'Mila's been helping me with the strength training for it. She can bench-press my entire body weight and then some.' Only then does he glance up at her, to see that she's trying not to burst from the effort of holding back her startled laughter. 'That hockey player you were dating found that out the hard way, didn't he? When you caught him cheating on you?'