Beka,
Don't cry. If I could, I'd send you a batch of my grandfather's pirozhki to eat instead. I'm currently preparing a horse for the cavalry; his name is Jacks. The Tsar apparently said some of the horses were going to the Kazakh army for extra support, so maybe you'll get my steed. My boy deserves the best, and we all know that the best is you. Honestly, I will miss Jacks when he is gone. He isn't going to come back, is he? Football sounds... Strange but a blast. Enjoy it, ok? I hope you're a decent player, Beka. It would just be an embarrassment to find I'm in love with a man who loses only a football match while at war haha. Filth is something I have also been accustomed to recently, cleaning stables is pretty repulsive. I can imagine, though, that I will never be able to compare to what you are experiencing as I write. Every Sunday, I cook breakfast for soldiers who are on a two-day break, so hopefully you won't be on the field forever. Lately, I've fallen in love with tying my hair back into a messy bun, it just looks amazing.
Yuri xxxx.
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Otayuri: Letters | ✔
FanfictionWhat started as an assignment that catered only to his education, the letter sent by Yuri seemed to reach someone who soon would come to be very special. Love seemed forbidden when the war began, however. They wondered if it was worth continuing the...
