When Nikiforov opened his eyes it was already midday. Rays of sun peaked from the shutters, giving the room a mysterious retro glow. Birds were chirping outside the window and everything would have been perfect if Victor didn't have to get up and go to train his only two students. The champion sat up and yawned. His head was aching from all the alcohol he had the night before and his body felt way too achy to do anything. For a moment Victor wonder if it was because he was getting old, but he quickly brushed away the unpleasant thought. Very slowly the man stood up, his yukata showed most of his bare flesh, including the places which were for 'private' show you, but Nikiforov felt no shame.
He ran his hand through his hair making a life time decision of finally getting ready and doing what he must.
When Victor reached the Ice Palace, Yuri and Yurio were always there practicing...arguing. Well, Yurio was the one arguing and Yuri simply stood there looking guilty. Victor watched them