Quand un super patineur kasakh vole au secours d'un petit blondinet russe...

~Willow

Yuri Plisetsky, now 17 years old, is at the peak of his career as a figure skater. Successful and talented, he seems to have everything on a silver platter. But no amount of glory and pride can keep away the demons inside his mind-his depression. He hides behind a mask, one that makes him look happy. It keeps a good image, a good name. Nobody must know the truth. But as an actress in New York, you've had your fair share of the masks. Every day, you hide behind one, it's your job. And one you are very good at. But when the two of you both stumble upon each other, on the ice rink in St Petersburg, you see right through his mask. And when both your managers come up with a publicity idea that would put the two of you at the top of stardom, you're both thrown behind one big fake mask. But are the feelings all that fake? What will happen if both of your masks start to fall apart?

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Ana était elle-même, et c'est ça qui faisait peur aux autres. ➖ commencé en avril 2016 🔆 terminé (06.2016) > couverture provisoire pour des raisons de droits d'auteurices <

Toi. Lui. Lui, c'est ton colocataire depuis 2 ans. Son prénom à lui ? C'est V, une lettre et rien de plus, pourtant ... Ce soir là il rentrera tard, encore plus tard que les autres soirs ... Mais c'est très certainement ce qui va tout faire commencer ...