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"Yuri," he breathed, extending a thin weak hand out to the boy. Yuri took it quietly and moved closer to him.

"What? W-what is it?" He whispered through sobs, the man's eyes were lidded, and half open, only one of the signs that he was losing Strength every minute.

"My name." He struggled out.

Yuri leaned forward, accompanying his small voice. He bit his lip to keep quiet, but it didn't stop the tears from building a trail down his cheeks.

"My n-name." He repeated. "my name is Victor Nikiforov." And with that, his eyes closed, his struggling stopped and the heave of his chest going up and down ceased.

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