The Russian sighed and got up, his finger joints ached from cracking them and contorting them in all different ways, he could hardly hold his cigarette between his fingers. He began to walk along the dimly illuminated sidewalk until he reached his house.
"I'm home!" He called.
A dog came prancing up to him and barked loudly. The man bent down and pet him on the head twice before shutting the door and locked the door behind him. He looked around briefly, everything was where it was supposed to be.
Of course it was.
He lived alone.
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cigarettes // yuri on ice
Fanfiction"You know those are going to kill you one day, right?" ♡ ; lower cases are intended // completed ; yuri!!! on ice fanfic
