Ice Uprising

Chapter Seven

"I-I didn't mean that..." Something had just popped out when I had told Viktor he didn't care about Viktoria, but he had been lying to himself, so what was I supposed to do?

"You did mean it," Viktor's eyes drifted from my face down to the ground, his hands moving to his pockets as he pulled out piece of paper.

"Wha-what is this?" Taking in slowly from him, I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up, questioning his decision.

"Read it," Viktor encouraged me, gesturing with his hand to the letter.

"Alright," With a shrug, I noticed a small picture in the corner, it was of a young Viktor hugging a very small Viktoria around the neck. Running my fingrertips over it lightly, I then put my undivided attention on reading the letter.

Dear Big Brother,
As you might know, I am close to death at the mere age of ten. You must understand I can't be saved, and that's alright, because you have Tatiana. She will help with everything, so don't let her go. I'm sure you would appreciate it if you got a dog, and maybe married someone in the next fifteen years. I know, you're just seventeen, and when I'm gone, you'll feel undescribable pain. That's why you need Tatiana. I know she respects and loves you just like I do.
The seasons will pass by, and your bithdays will too. You'll age, and become an amazing young man, who is known for his talent ice skating. You'll find that Tatiana has grown far from you, and you no longer contact each other, but one day, she'll show. Not because you need it, but she needs it. Don't let her go, because she knew me. Because she knows you. And don't be the self-centered narcissistic brat that I know, be a kind man, who cares about others. Be Russia's Legend, just like you've always wanted. My brother, this isn't the last hoorah, for me or for you. I will live on inside you and Tatiana, guiding you. And your last hoorah will come the day you give up, so don't.
With so much love,
And love even when I'm gone,
Viktoria Night Nikiforov.

"Oh, she wrote this?" I loked up slowly, speaking softly. Viktor was no longer looking at me, but instead at my car in the parking lot.

"Da, eto byla samaya poslednyaya veshch', kotoruyu ona napisala mne. Ona vsegda khotela byt' pisatelem," Viktor had just told me it had been the last thing she wrote. She had always wanted to be a writer.

"I'm terribly sorry, Viktor. I-I wish I hadn't said that," Looking down at the old paper, I realized some people didn't get to ever achieve their dream. Viktoria had deserved a chance. She was probably the only one on earth who really did.

"It's alright. Yakov will be looking for us." Viktor started to walk away casually, a fake smile returning to his face as two women passed by, waving seductively.

"Podozhdite, Viktor. YA znayu, chto vam bol'no, no ty nikogda ne mozhesh' govorit' o ney? YA imeyu v vidu, vy ne mozhete prodolzhat' vydvigat' etu mysl'. Vy dolzhny rasskazat' svoyu istoriyu, i u neye zhit', tak zhe, kak ona pisala zdes," I was telling Viktor to tell Viktoria's story, not push her back. She wrote that she lived on inside of us, so he needed to brighten her light, not dim it.

"Let's just go, Tatiana," I could tell Viktor was becoming a little more annoyed than sad by the second. Before I could reply, a German accent filled my ears, causing me to become frustrated.

"Vov, looks like little miss berfect has herzelf ein celeprity poyfriend. Ach! Zo zad, hov zey argue, right, Lia?" Keona Kraus, my worst enemy, appeared by the two of us, a snooty look on her face. Her two friends, both Japanese pop stars, stood behind her, the same snooty expressions on their faces.

"He's not my-" When I was cut off by Viktor, I feared for the worst to happen. Viktor saw light in plenty of things, but it was hilarious what lies he made up.