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"So um... how did I...?"

"I brought you up here. You were slumped next to a dumpster. I couldn't leave you there knowing a blizzard is coming through."

"A blizzard." He never really got to watch any news unless he got a few dollars that would buy him a cup of coffee and hours in a diner where they would leave on the television.

"Where are we?" he muttered around the food in his mouth.

"How about introductions first. I am Otabek, what is your name?"

He paused. He was not so sure how to answer the question, as simple as it seemed. No one had asked him his name in years. His brow furrowed as he dug through his memories, chewing thoughtfully on a carrot. He would tell it to himself every night along with other important information so he would not forget, but it was sometimes hard to remember things like that after a while.

"Yuri."

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Yuri is homeless... passing out next to a dumpster... the billionaire Otabek Altin saves him from a blizzard coming in.