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Victor Nikiforov is pissed. No. Victor Nikforov is very pissed. As he saw himself in this situation, he does not know. Damn JJ , he curses. How can he make an appointment with the wedding consultant the week he and Isabela are traveling? And what's more, to collect the favor that Victor owed at the same time? Shit.
In a black suit and gray tie, he descends from his black ferrari, passing his left hand through his hair, where his fringe slides back to his face and covers his left eye. He finds himself facing a simple house with a blue wall, with a gold plaque with the words [Yu-topia Marriages]. Checking his rolex, he takes a deep breath and button his jacket, approaching the gate and ringing the bell.
"Yes?" A male voice on the other side of the gate.
"My name is Victor, and I'm here representing Jean-Jacques Leroy and his fiancée Isabela Yang." Victor introduces himself by using the first name for caution, he is the head of one of the most powerful families of the Russian Mafia, the Nikiforov's.
"Ah, right." He listens, along with a noise coming from the gate, which opens.
And what he sees makes him lose his breath.
An Asian boy, with short black hair sliding wet on his clear forehead. Her chocolate-brown eyes give the face a little bit roundish. He was wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved black white shirt, glued to his body.
"Please come in, Mr. Nikiforov," he says, positioning himself so that he allows him into the house.
Victor frowns. How did he...?
"I'm already aware of your arrive through Mr. Leroy," the boy says, wiping his hair with a towel as Victor passes him, entering the house. "Please forgive me. I thought our meeting would be in an hour, so I'm not tidied up properly. My name is Yuuri Katsuki, and I am the wedding coordinator of Mr. Leroy and Miss. Yang. "
Yuuri Katsuki. He likes the sound of his name. Besides, it's the same name as his Yuri.
"Actually, I do not even know what I'm doing here," Victor admits, taking his right hand from behind his neck.
"Well, Mr. Leroy told me he could pass the bill to you," Yuuri says, laughing. "But I do not think it will be possible if you're not aware of it."
"That ... before I decide, could you show me what was decided?" He asks, looking at the consultant.
"Sure, no problem."
Victor looks around, as if searching for something specific. But it ends up only finding a two-story house painted with ivory and a beautiful garden with several flowering plants. A typical residence.
"Mr. Nikiforov, do you mind if we talk about the marriage of Mr. Leroy and Miss. Yang with me wearing those clothes? I can change clothes, but it would take a while and that means delaying you." Yuuri Katsuki says, passing by the Russian with silver-blond hair, going to the blue door and opening it. "You first, please."
The timid smile of that Asian hits the heart of Victor, who lowers his head to hide his face. In this, he ends up looking at a peculiar part of his body that makes him moan. His hips. Passing through the door, Victor faces a large room with a marble desk on his left side, with a laptop attached to it, along with several scratched papers, a glass with several colored pens and a white cell phone. On the wall in front of her, a huge marble bookcase full of books on the top and black folders on the bottom, divided in half by a large LCD TV off.
On the floor, a large black and white rug with oriental character designs goes up a pair of black sofas of two and three places. On the wall, several portraits of weddings around a large one from an oriental family. He looks at the portrait, where he sees a short, fat woman standing next to a man a little taller than she is. Both embrace a girl with black hair and a fat boy who in turn hugs a small poodle.
"I'm the boy," Yuuri Katsuki says. "That was my family."
Victor is surprised to hear the boy reveal something private, until he perceives something peculiar and decides to ask.
"'Was'?" He looks at the Asian, who passes by him and approaches the portrait.
"They died in a car accident 18 years ago. I was the only survivor." He says, laughing.
But Victor realizes that his eyes glittered sadly. Tears.
"Let's get down to business?" He cuts off the thought of the Russian, who was ready to apologize.
"Fine." He says, looking at him.
Yuuri Katsuki goes to the bookshelf and picks up a black folder, where it's glued to the front is the name of Jean-Jacques and Isabela. He opens it and removes a paper from it, reading it.
"Sit down, please, and serve yourself with biscuits, coffee, and tea." He says, pointing respectfully with his right hand on the sofa where there is a corner table with two thermos bottles, glass cups And a platter full of assorted biscuits. Mr. Leroy, when he closed the contract with me, asked for my most expensive one, which consists of personalized invitations, themed decor and cake, buffet with different types of dishes, alcoholic drinks of various brands, a wedding dress and a designer suit ... The most expensive possible and in an exorbitant amount for 500 people. "
Staring at Victor earnestly, Yuuri tilts his face to the right, analyzing his expression of surprise at the information.
"I wondered how he would pay for it all. Since even for me, with so many marriages that I coordinated, is somewhat exaggerated, in my opinion, but this worries me very much because of the date, although he says that everything is fine. And one thing that bothers me is the fact that he asked for the exclusion of the security part, which for me is extremely necessary in a large party of this kind. "He bites his lip, removing some stapled and typed sheets from the folder, Pen marks on the side. "Here's the total budget."
Victor takes the sheets and analyzes them. Yuuri stands up and uses coffee, placing a glass in half for the Russian, who thanks him and drinks a sip, surprised by the taste.
"Delicious." he says, surprised.
"I'm glad you liked it." Yuuri says, smiling again.
Victor looks back at the leaves, trying to focus on the papers in his hands and not that angelic smile. Damn it!
Mr. Nikiforov? "Yuuri Katsuki asks, looking at him.
"Well, Mr. Katsuki," Victor says, coughing to disguise. "Security and party will be my business. But I'd like you to visit my residence to review my bodyguard team and the party.
"Of course." Yuuri responds. "When?"
"Tonight. Would you like to have dinner with me at my residence? "Victor asks, surprising the Asian. "You can meet my son."
"Oh, how interesting. I also have a son. "That Russian did not expect this. "Can I bring him, too? Maybe he and his son can have fun together. "
"Hmm, you're right. But I'd like to meet him sooner." Victor says sullenly.
Yuuri looks at the clock and smiles.
"He should be here in half an hour. You can want to wait for him, if you want." he says, picking up the papers and finishing his coffee. "So, you want to see more details? I have a photo album with a wedding that uses the same. "
"Is it okay to show me something so personal?" Victor asks, eating a biscuit and drinking the rest of the coffee.
"Of course, it was the groom himself, Thai actor Phichit Chulanont, who made a point of paying for a copy of his wedding album with actor Seung-gil Lee for me." Yuuri says, getting up and going to the bookshelf, pulling out a thick Book and toss it open, flipping a little to turn it over and extend it to Victor, who looks at the pictures of a beautiful wedding, with two grooms smiling and kissing. He looks at the other photos, amazed at the beautiful party displayed there.
"That's so beautiful!" He exclaims, surprised by Yuuri also working with gay marriages. "But having a gay marriage must have been difficult."
"Not so much. I only help people who love each other, regardless of their sex, since I myself am gay and I know how hard it is. "This surprises Victor, who widens his eyes and looks at him.
Wait wait wait. He's gay? But he said he has a son...
A cell phone rings and Yuuri, apologizing to Victor, walks to the desk and answers. The Russian listens to him speak a language that he recognizes to be Japanese, although he does not know what he is talking about and decides to wait for him while observing Phichit Chulanont's wedding photo album. Her eyes sparkle as she sees the bride and groom kissing, and in a photo, hugging Yuuri, who was also smiling. He can see details of the church, the decor, the cheery faces of the guests and party after the ceremony.
Victor decides he will pay JJ's wedding, convinced by the quality of the work he saw in the photos, and by the coordinator himself, whom he is passionate about. It is a feeling he is sure he has felt before, in a not too distant past. In his mind, the memory of a figure with long black hair mingles with the red stain on his clothes and the sound of gunshots.
Mr. Nikiforov? "Yuuri Katsuki asks, approaching him.
"You can call me Victor." The Russian says, pulling out a wallet and a checkbook from it.
"You can call me Yuuri."
"This is going to be a bit complicated, because my son is also called Yuri," Victor says, tilting his face.
"Oh, I see," Yuuri says, sounded a little sad, and has his attention diverted to the entrance, where an apparently grumpy not oriental teenager appears. "Okaeri, Beka."
"Tadaima, Yuu-san," he says, and looks at Victor.
"Later we will visit the residence of this gentleman to the work and he offered us a dinner," Yuuri says, in Japanese. "Victor Nikiforov, this is my son, Otabek Altlin Katsuki.
"Nice to meet you." Otabek says in English to Victor, and looks back at Yuuri, speaking in Japanese. "He looks like the person of that day. It's him?"
"Pleasure, Otabek," Victor says, watching Yuuri say something more to the young man.
"Yes, but he does not know. Or does not remember." Yuuri responds to Otabek.
Otabek walks away from them, letting Yuuri and Victor get the last details and part of the value of the marriage. Victor says goodbye, saying he would pick them up at 6:00 p.m. Before changing his clothes, Yuuri picks up a backpack and puts on it the laptop, the camera, his drawing materials, his diary, a strange black box and two shirts, a black and a dark blue. When it is near 6pm, he and Otabek are ready, outside, waiting for Victor.