3rd Person PoV
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SOMEWHERE AROUND ST. PETERSBURG RUSSIA
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"Victor!" a voice yelled. 'Victor' looked towards, where the voice came from, revealing an angry little Russian. ((*cough*Kitten*cough*)) Victor confusedly looked at the angry little Russian. "What is it, Yurio?" He asked.
"Yakov, said to stop playing with those damn bitches and do your work once in a Goddamn while!!" the Russian yelled. Victor, didn't seem to be fazed at all, instead a smirk was found across his lips.
"Oh, Yurio, watch with that language of yours. You're scaring them and can't you see I'm busy right now? My hands are full with these fine ladies." Victor said, as he began to flirt with the girls. Yurio rolled his eyes and sigh. What are, you going to expect from the International Playboy. He thought, as he put his hand in his forehead.
"Just do it OLD MAN!! Please what so fine with those Bitches." He said in a disgust tone while glaring at Victor. As he went to reach out the door, he turn around and yelled at the Platinum haired Russian. "And for the last time, my name is YURI not YURIO!!" He left, as he slammed the door shut.
Victor sighs, as he stood up from his so called 'throne'. Making the ladies around him to have a commotion "You're leaving, Vitya~?" One of the lady on his right said, as she began to tugged his sleeve.
Victor smiled at the lady; as he put his hand under her chin and raised her head. "I'm sorry, милый but, sadly I have to." He said, as he lean down and whisper in her ear. "Next, time let's make it fun." He whispered in a seductive tone, making the girl to redden. He straightens up his posture as he quickly exited room, leaving the mourning women behind.
As he walked down the hall, he felt a sudden throbbing pain in his chest. He stopped in his pace and began to grip his chest. After a while the pain didn't go away and his vision began to get blurry. As his vision slowly began to fade, he collapsed at the hallway. He was about to pass out when he heard a voice calling him. That was the last thing he heard before completely passing out.
"VICTOR!!"
Translation:
милый = Russian for Dear
((A.N// So, this is the first part of the story and yeah it sucks, right? And I'm so sorry, if it's small (;'༎ຶД༎ຶ') And I'm sorry if I, like to apologize so much, I'm not even a Canadian.
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Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. So until the next update, I guess.))
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My Private Doctor
FanfictionAU where Victor is a 'Playboy' (he really is tho..) and Yuuri is a 'Doctor'. This would take place in St. Petersburg in Russia..... P.S I'm sorry if this going to suck cause, I'm worst when it comes to this and I'm so sorry if the title is somewhat...
