possible pliroy and milabek story
Seriously a rough draft mostly done on the phone during dance so...
Twenty seven bottles. Honestly, Yuri had gone from impressed to appalled over the course of cleaning the office. Only one bottle of moskovskaya. It was one more than yuri had expected though. He grabbed a glass and poured some as he looked around the office. He was going to be here all night. It was better than where Lilia was.
<< how's he doing
>> he's breathing on his own. They say that's good
<< do you need me to come there?
>> no.
>> he'd want you where you are.
<< I have mila coming in the morning and Georgi is coming back from Moscow.
>> thank you yura
<< shush. You don't have to thank family
Yuri leaned back, thinking about what to do. World's had been last month, it was officially the off season. Friends could ask for help from their friends -- especially I the off season and yuri was more than certain this qualified as a reason to ask.
<< beka
<< you up?
It was later in almaty by several hours.
>> yeah what's up?
<< I need you to come to st Petersburg
>> ?????
<< Yakov is in the hospital. Mila and I need a hand.
>> what!!! How bad???
<< bad. Don't know how bad. Lilia's at the hospital
<< I'm in his office. Have to teach tomorrow. He has kids starting at 7am.
>> I'll pack and grab a flight. I'll email you the info
<< you can have lilia's guest room
>> see you soon.
>> :(
>> I'm sorry
<< thanks for this
>> you're my best friend. Of course.
Yuri leaned back as he added more vodka you the glass. This was going to be a long night.
~~~~~~~~~
By morning when the young skaters were all dropped off, the office was cleaned, all paperwork was filed, and yuri was on the ice with his skates and wearing his newest team Russia jacket.
Three time national champion wasn't the same as internationally renowned coach, but these were eight year olds, he wasn't expecting issues. There was no smile to greet the students, and there was every possibility that yuri was still a little tipsy from drinking, but that didn't matter. He'd skated in worse shape and no one realized.
Mila arrived a little before ten and with a quick kiss to both her cheeks, Yuri was finally off to the hospital to see how things were for himself.
Twenty seven bottles. Honestly, Yuri had gone from impressed to appalled over the course of cleaning the office. Only one bottle of moskovskaya. It was one more than yuri had expected though. He grabbed a glass and poured some as he looked around the office. He was going to be here all night. It was better than where Lilia was.
<< how's he doing
>> he's breathing on his own. They say that's good
<< do you need me to come there?
>> no.
>> he'd want you where you are.
<< I have mila coming in the morning and Georgi is coming back from Moscow.
>> thank you yura
<< shush. You don't have to thank family
Yuri leaned back, thinking about what to do. World's had been last month, it was officially the off season. Friends could ask for help from their friends -- especially I the off season and yuri was more than certain this qualified as a reason to ask.
<< beka
<< you up?
It was later in almaty by several hours.
>> yeah what's up?
<< I need you to come to st Petersburg
>> ?????
<< Yakov is in the hospital. Mila and I need a hand.
>> what!!! How bad???
<< bad. Don't know how bad. Lilia's at the hospital
<< I'm in his office. Have to teach tomorrow. He has kids starting at 7am.
>> I'll pack and grab a flight. I'll email you the info
<< you can have lilia's guest room
>> see you soon.
>> :(
>> I'm sorry
<< thanks for this
>> you're my best friend. Of course.
Yuri leaned back as he added more vodka you the glass. This was going to be a long night.
~~~~~~~~~
By morning when the young skaters were all dropped off, the office was cleaned, all paperwork was filed, and yuri was on the ice with his skates and wearing his newest team Russia jacket.
Three time national champion wasn't the same as internationally renowned coach, but these were eight year olds, he wasn't expecting issues. There was no smile to greet the students, and there was every possibility that yuri was still a little tipsy from drinking, but that didn't matter. He'd skated in worse shape and no one realized.
Mila arrived a little before ten and with a quick kiss to both her cheeks, Yuri was finally off to the hospital to see how things were for himself.