Unconditional Love

Rinkmate

21st March 2014 (St. Petersburg, Russia)

Lilia was annoyed.

Obviously, she was aware that the two kids (One was an adult, yes, but compared to her, he was a kid.) had only arrived on the 19th and were probably trying to settle in the new apartment, alas, she needed to see the people she was going to work with.

Not being able to ask Yakov—who had flown over to Saitama, in Japan, for senior Worlds with Victor—about it, she ought to ask the people themselves.

With a sigh, she called the red-haired skater, Mila—who had introduced herself to Lilia about half an hour earlier—over. "Mila!" Said skater turned to look at Lilia with a bemused expression on her face.

"Yes?" Mila asked, promptly turning off her phone, on which she was probably texting someone, before looking back at the ballerina.

Lilia frowned and tapped her foot on the ground in annoyance. "Can you go and call that little rinkmate of yours?" She asked, her tone quite irritated.

She was not going to forgive the two for being late, even if they were Minako's students, which she doubted at first. However, after calling Japan's Prima Ballerina (Right after Yakov, that grumpy old man, had hung up on her.), Lilia found out that the two were really her students.

(Lilia had dialed Minako's number as soon as her 'chat' with Yakov ended. She knew of the huge difference in their time zones, but, fortunately, the Japanese woman answered pretty quickly.

"Ara, Lilia-sensei!" Minako chirped as soon as Lilia muttered a monotone greeting. "What do I owe this call?" Asked the Japanese, who knew very well that Lilia was not a very chattery kind of woman.

"Ah, yes, forgive me," She started as she cleared her throat. "I wanted to ask if you had any students." Lilia stated, pretty blunt on her part, but neither she nor Minako liked being roundabout about certain matters.

Minako hummed. "Yes, two actually!" Her response was pretty vibrant, in a different way than usual, and that was a lot for the Japanese woman. Lilia sighed. "Do their names happen to be Yuri?" She asked and, when she heard Minako gasp in amazement and mutter a quiet 'how did you know?!', she was sure that Yakov had not lied to her.)

She huffed and looked at Mila, who looked confused. "So?" Lilia asked again and the skater jumped up to her feet while nodding her head.

"I'll go get him!" Mila exclaimed with a mock salute and ran off giggling when Lilia waved her hand in dismissal, with a scrunched up expression.

Sighing, she recalled the conversation she had with Minako about her two students.

Apparently, the two were cousins and, pretty much, inseparable. The younger one had always been completely attached to the older one's hip. Even taking ballet lessons just to follow his cousin.

Minako had told Lilia that the younger was half Japanese and half Russian, while the older was completely Japanese. But both of them were taught how to speak Russian and how to read cyrillic, to allow them to communicate better with their family members on both sides.

Which Lilia had found very endearing. She hoped the two would listen to her as well as Minako had said they had done for her.

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It didn't take much for the girl to get to the apartment complex, maybe around 15 minutes?

She didn't keep track of the time, Mila just wanted to get the whole situation over with. Oh, she surely wouldn't be the one to deal with a grumpy Lilia, not at all.

Over her dead body. She'd rather see Yuri being nagged to no end by the old ballerina instead. The skater chuckled as she pictured the scene of a scowling young blonde and an angry old woman reprimanding the boy.