Victor took the opportunity of his being an early riser to sneak out for a bit of early morning sightseeing while Yakov and Yuri were still asleep. He excitedly explored the streets by the hotel like a puppy going out into the world for the first time. He was glad many around here spoke English as well as he tried to order some food. Luckily, the woman at the counter could tell he was foreign and helped him in pronunciating what he was trying to order. He finished up his little escapade by sitting on a park bench in a little park that was in the middle of the vast urban sprawl of sky scrapers. He wondered what the Yakuza were like. Maybe they could even teach him a bit of Japanese. He hoped he'd get a friendly one to show him around some and teach him all about their culture, but he knew he'd have to be careful too. They may be becoming allies with this group, but there were many other Yakuza groups that could be very unfriendly towards the Russians. From what he read, they all differentiated mostly by the tattoos they were adorned with, which he was completely fascinated with. He looked through many pictures of that sleeves of tattoos that took up their torso and arms. It was absolutely amazing to Victor, a work of art on a human canvas. He hoped it wouldn't be too forward, but when they met up with the group, he really wanted to ask one to see his tattoos, maybe he'd even be all flirty about it, always being a sucker for dark haired men.

Speaking of which, something suddenly caught his eye, and he looked to his right to see a young Japanese man with his hair slicked back and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He gasped when he saw the sleeves of tattoos. The main color was blue with flower designs that seemed to wind their way up his arms in a beautiful pattern. Victor was disappointed when the sleeves and shirt blocked the rest. It was such an elaborate pattern. He yearned to see more. Of course, he couldn't just assume that this guy was Yakuza. He could just be a heavily tattooed normal civilian. For now, Victor studied him from afar. If he really was Yakuza, he'd see him at the meeting anyway. A little part of Victor really hoped that he would see him again there.

Victor admired him with a dreamy look before Yuri's sharp voice interrupted the moment. The man suddenly checked his watch and hurried off somewhere, not noticing the Russian staring at him.

"Hey, Victor! What do you think you're doing? We gotta go to the Yakuza meeting soon," Yuri yelled even though he was right next to Victor, stomping his foot on the other's.

"Alright, alright, Yuratchka. I'm coming. I just wanted to get a bit of sightseeing in is all."

He wore his usual smile as he followed after Yuri back to the hotel where Yakov was waiting. There was a limo already waiting for them. Yakov gave Victor a once over and approved of his outfit before ushering him and the younger Russian inside. The meeting was about to commence soon followed by a party at a local bar that the Yakuzas were renting out for the day and night.

Yuuri had gone for a walk in the morning before he had to go to the meeting. He didn't seem to mind having his forearms exposed along with the tattoos that swirled up them, figuring that was something a Yakuza would do anyway. He felt like his heart was about to hop out of his throat even as he walked. He honestly didn't know what to expect with the event coming up, and this was his first time really being undercover where his actual identity being found out could really result in his death. It was immense pressure for sure, but the chief had faith in him as well as everyone else. He couldn't disappoint them. Stopping by a local park, he took some time to look out at all the buildings dotting the sky and took some deep breaths. It was his own form of meditation in a way. Hearing a loud voice, he looked over to see some kid practically yelling at a silvery haired man. He wasn't sure what the situation was with that, but he gave a shrug and checked his watch.

Alright, almost time.

Not wanting to give a bad first impression, it was best to be on time, so Yuuri quickly headed off for the bar that would serve as the meeting place, and he was told the rest of the time would be socializing and partying, something the Yakuza really loved according to the boss. Yuuri just kept telling himself to be calm, cool, and confident, just like a Yakuza should and would be.

A table was set up in the middle of the room, serving as the place for the two bosses to meet. Body guards were set at the doors, making sure the only ones coming in and out were the Russian mafia members and Yakuzas from their group. Yuuri took a seat at the bar and waited anxiously for it all to begin. He wasn't sure what these Bratvas would be like, but he hoped they weren't too mean or anything. It'd make his job a lot easier, but of course, this was Russian mafia they were talking about. He wasn't quite sure what to expect from them.

"The Bratvas are arriving," a member indicated in Japanese, making Yuuri sit up straighter.

He kept repeating the same mantra in his head to be a calm, cool Yakuza. Though calm and cool were some of the last things he was when he saw who went through the door first. It was the silver haired man and blonde kid from earlier! These were the Bratva members? After them came an older Russian with a hat on who looked rather gruff compared to the other two youngsters. The boss stood up from the table in the middle of the room, bowing to the three of them. The older man bowed back a bit followed by the other two who sat down on either side of him at the table.

"Greetings, Bratvas. I am Takashi Yamaguchi. I am the leader or boss if you will of this group of Yakuzas, best known for our floral pattern tattoos that we like to mark ourselves with." He spoke in English with a light accent.

"Good to meet you Boss Yamaguchi. My name is Yakov Feltsman. I'm the current head of the main Bratva group in Moscow. The one to my left is Victor Nikiforov. He is my current heir, and the one to my right is Yuri Plisetsky. He's still in training but rightfully the heir after Victor. I thought it best to bring them here with me since they are the future leaders of our group," Yakov explained.

"Huh, that blonde has the same name as me," Yuuri thought as he looked on and watched the meeting with the others. "Yakov, Victor, and Yuri.."

He found himself averting his gaze elsewhere when his eyes and Victor's locked accidentally. He hoped the other didn't notice the visible blush that formed on his cheeks.

The talking part of the meeting was rather lengthy. The two bosses wanted to make sure they covered much of the terms of the alliance and the trade between them. Yakov explained that they have with them some of Russia's finest fire arms to trade with them as a gift to a wonderful alliance. Takashi was very enthusiastic about it, and would trade some of the finest Japanese steel to Yakov.

"Thank you Boss Yamaguchi. This sounds wonderful."

"Please, we have an alliance after all. Call me Takashi."

"Takashi, then. Thank you."

"If this is the end of the talking portion, then I welcome you and your heirs to indulge yourselves here. The bar is all ours today and into the evening. We can even move it into the ballroom of your hotel if more room is needed. We have all the alcohol, women, and whatever you want here."

With a signal from Takashi, the Yakuzas relaxed some and started to hit up the bar already and mingle.

"Yuri, you're too young still. You will not participate in any alcohol or drugs. Understand?" Yakov asked sternly, eying Yuri.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill," Yuri sighed and ordered a soda at the bar.

"Victor, I'm counting on you to keep an eye on him when I can't."

"You can count on me, Yakov. No worries," Victor assured, although his attention was quickly diverted to the Japanese man he had seen earlier.

It was definitely him, same face, same tattoos and everything. So, he was Yakuza after all. Yakov always lectured him for getting too distracted by other men and flirting, but he couldn't help himself. After all, this one was rather good looking, and Victor always pursued whatever caught his eye.

Meanwhile, Yuuri was trying to play it cool and basically blend into the background as he sipped on some sake, keeping his eyes towards things like walls, the floor, and such.

"Hey there~ What are you drinking if you don't mind my asking?"

Yuuri's eyes went wide as his eyes were locked onto sharp blue ones now.

Calm, cool, collected.

"Sake," he answered simply, keeping a blank face besides an interested little smile. "It's a Japanese drink. Would you like to try some?"

"Would I!" Victor excitedly sat next to him, waiting as Yuuri calmly poured some of the clear liquid into another cup and handed it to Victor.

"Kanpai," he said in a smooth tone, clinking his cup against Victor's.

He smirked at the amazed look the other gave him as they both sipped on the sake. Alright, as long as this Russian didn't make him too overly flustered, he should be able to handle this..maybe.