DISCLAIMER: I (of course) do not own Victor Nikiforov or any other characters from Yuri!!! On Ice. I am also not saying that this is what happened. This is a fanfiction and isn't supposed to be what really happened, it probably has way less dramatic...
"Victor? Hey. What an exciting day, huh? Congratulations on your medal. We, uh, thought we'd celebrate that with a little banquet." Sometimes, Victor really thought that Chris was just kind of fucked in the head or someone had hit his head with, I don't know, a jukebox. "Chris! We are in the SAME hotel! I am a few rooms away from you! And you are calling me on the PHONE? You are really unbelievable." "Uh. Right. Sorry. But are you coming to the banquet? It's gonna be just downstairs at the hotel, all the skaters from the GP are invited and they'll bring some family too. Oh and some of the coaches are also coming!" "You said it was a 'little banquet' earlier." Victor laughed, this was a typical Chris moment. "Uhh, yea, maybe a little bigger banquet", Chris admitted. "Okay. Fine, I'm coming. Why not", Victor finally said to Chris' relief. "YES! Thank you! Now we can put that on the invitations and they will all come!" "Chris, I'm not bait!" Victor tried to sound seriously offended, but he couldn't hold back a giggle. "So, see you tomorrow!" "Yeah. See you tomorrow, Chris. And don't drink too much, please. Maybe not all people want to see you naked on a pole." "Hm. I'll try. Can't promise anything though", Chris joked. "Bye." "Bye!" Victor hung up.
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The next day, he just put on a suit and brushed his hair. He stared at himself in the mirror and put the hairbrush away. Old memories flashed into his mind. He saw his 17 year old self, the long hair streaming down his back like a cape. Then the hair falling to the ground. "What have I done..." He closed his eyes. "Fuck, why now? I am going to a banquet. I'm supposed to have fun." He couldn't wrap his mind around where these thoughts suddenly came from. But he's had flashbacks before, so he just tried to stay calm and pet Makkachin for a while. Then he looked at his phone to check the clock. It was time now. He went out of his room and downstairs to the banquet.
Many people were already there, and when he entered the big room that was rented for the banquet, all eyes turned to him. He got used to that, to most of the world he was the "big Victor Nikiforov", the "best figure skater in the world" or simply "THE Victor Nikiforov". Sometimes, when he thought about it too much, he still got a bit overwhelmed by that. Chris once said that Victor "has the whole world in his hands". Victor thought that that was a bit exaggerated.
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He sat down on a table with Chris, Yuri Plisetsky, the young and incredibly talented skater, who was also from Russia, Michele Crispino, a skater from Italy, Jean Jaques Leroy, a skater from Canada, Cao Bin, a Chinese skater, and a Russian girl named Mila, who had been around a lot at the home rink in St. Petersburg and was also active in skating. "Maybe she's Yuri's girlfriend", Victor thought.
