History《Yuri Plisetsky》

Chapter 1: Where it all began

2005

4 year old Ariana walked with her mother into the skating rink in a homemade skating outfit and skates. Her mother steps onto the ice with sneakers as she holds her daughters hand. And searchs for the coach. They watch as Yakov Feltsman yells at the 9 year old kids to hurry up and skate. Lucy puffs out the smoke from her cigarette as she tried to size up Yakov.

"Yakov! Lucy Ivanov. I spoke with you on the phone."

Yakov looks up and sighs as he skated over.

"Mrs. Ivanov-"

"Lucy. It's Lucy."

"Sorry. There's no smoking on the ice." Yakov said as Lucy pulled out her cigarette and rolled he eyes.

"Oh...I'll smoke it quietly then." Lucy said sarcastically as she pulled on Ariana's hand so shed step forward.

"This here is my daughter Ariana."

"Mrs. Ivanov, I told you on-"

"I know what you told me. And it's Lucy. Only you've never seen her skate."

"I don't train beginners."

"All she does is talk about skating. All day, all night. I can't make her shut up about it. So it's easier puttin' her on ice, if you know what I mean. We figure with the right training she can make the most of her gift. Like Ice Capades maybe one day or something."

Yakov looks down at Ariana before looking back up at Lucy.

"How old is she?"

"She's a soft 4."

"She's a very pretty girl, but I don't take on students this young. I'm sorry. I have a class waiting." He said as he skated off and yelled at his class.

Ariana watched her go as Lucy stared daggers into Yakov's head. She then looks down at Ariana and nods purposely.

"Go on. Skate."

Ariana let's go of her mother's hand and skates around the perimeter as she looks at Yakov as she picks up speed. Yakov tries to ignore the little girl skating around, but Yakov just can't take his eyes off the little girl, she practically screams potential! Finally, stops teaching his class as a rare soft smile is placed on his lips.

4 years later

An 8 year old Ariana skates in her black leggings and white tank top as her mother sips her coffee, watching her.

"Wrong!....Ordinary. Nothing special there."

Ariana sighs as she tried her best to skate but faltered.

"Are you even trying. Cause there's other places I'd fucking rather be...Concentrate. is that what you call a clean skate, for christ sake?"

Ariana only roles her eyes as she tries again.

"Could you not swear in front of the kids, Lucy?" A mother asked.

"I didn't swear you cunt." Lucy said as she watched saw Ariana talking with a red headed girl.

"I'm Mila, by the way."

"Ariana." Ariana said as she shook Mila's hand, smiling.

"Stop talking to her! That girl is your enemy. You're not here to make friends."

Mila gave her a questioning look as she sighed, but the two skated toward the exit as Lucy jumps up.

"Where the hell are you going?"