~Next day~
Yuri Plisetsky
My feet are heavy as I drag myself to the colony elevator. Today the dance instructor at uni wasn't in a good mood, and when that happens she over works us to an extreme.
The doors groan on closure and with a sigh I lean against the wall, feeling the contents of my backpack poke at my back. I have guard duty starting in about fifteen minutes and if the prisoner was anybody but Yuri I would be too tired to go.
The lift stops on a school floor and I groan before the doors are fully open. I didn't like kids.
"Hello Yuri. Long time no see" A tall, pale woman with long black hair and pinkish eyes dressed head to toe in black enters the lift with a small child holding her hand. She doesn't wring any bells.
"Don't you remember me? I'm Fiona, we used to be in the same class in middle school"
"Yea, hi." I say with disinterest. I think I have faint recollection of her.
"Still as dry as ever I see" she chuckles as the doors close behind her.
"Yep" I nod and stuff my hands in the pockets of my black tiger hoodie.
"Guess what my little brother did? He put paint in his teachers tea! I can't believe it, I come back from travelling the world and this is what I'm greeted with!?"
I fail to remember when I asked her to tell me all of this.
"Just terrible" I say, smirking at the little man. He reminds me of me when I was a kid, always up to no good.
"I know!"
"I'd love to hear about your travels but this is my floor" with a small bow I swiftly exit the lift and head down the dark corridor; there are only few doors on this corridor as it's the dorm area of the 'elite'.
I tap in my code before pushing the door open and hurling my bag and hoodie in a corner of the room. I realy like my dorm, I made sure that it's decor caters to my tastes; I have navy walls and carpet, black sofa, table and chairs, a wall mounted flat screen TV and a black single bed; all set up in a spacious and functional way.
I free fall onto my onyx sofa and sigh in relief as it seems to suck my body into it. When my eyelids start to feel heavy I scramble for the remote and switch on the tv, needing something to keep me awake and not miss my shift.
That blonde Russian news caster that looks like she only eats the grand total of one salad a week appears on the screen, next to her a picture of someone I happen to know.
"Footage of Lord Kolya Nikiforov, head of the Moscow colony has just been obtained," the image of Kolya dissapears and is replaced with a video of him walking to parliament, characteristically equipped with a black suit, black case and black clipboard. He thinks he's so damn sharp. A monster in fancy clothes is still a monster.
"Sources say that he's in attendance of a meeting with all government officials about the position as a financial and economical chancellor for Russia. Lord Nikiforov has expressed interest in Russian economics for many years and..." the woman's expression changes as she appears to be listening to something through her earpiece. Maybe someone is finally telling her that carbohydrates exist.
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Your blood 》Yuri On Ice
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