In Viktor's apartment, he and Yuuri move furniture out of the room so they have enough space to dance. Both wear danceable clothes, and Viktor, with the cell phone in hand, is ready to record Yuuri dancing step by step. And the Japanese dance slowly, stopping several times to give tips on moving and jumping.
Viktor's technique is a tall, slender woman with long black hair and green eyes. She presents herself as Lisa Mitchell, of English origin and is the technique of some junior medalists. She arrived in St. Petersburg with two apprentices, an American named Leo de la Iglesia and a Japanese named Minami Kenjiro. Viktor, who went to get them, asks to wait a little longer than more he is waiting for someone else, named Minako Okukawa.
"The Japanese prima ballerina winner of Benois de la Dance?" The technique asks, surprised. "How did you get her in touch?"
"By a friend," Viktor says, remembering Yuuri's advice.
"So, will she choreograph her programs?" She asks, as they sit at a restaurant table.
"Actually, just free him. I already have the choreography of my program short. "The detective says, sighing.
"Do you already have the music?" She asks, looking at him curiously.
"Yes. Here it is. "He takes the cell phone from his pocket and unlocks it, opening its files and putting the music to play.
And then a delicate melody on the piano is heard. The four listen to the end, and the technique smiles.
"I liked. What is the name?"
"I and the composer call it 'Hope.'" Viktor smiles, putting away his cell phone.
"Hm." She nods, smiling.
...
Viktor receives Minako Okukawa, and after the exchange of presentations, takes the four to his apartment. Days earlier, Yuuri and Makkachin moved temporarily to Yakov Feltsman's apartment.
~ x ~
At the police station, both Yuri and Yakov study the case of the missing Russian skater. Plisetsky, a computer genius and former hacker, crosses data from social networks like Facebook, Instagram and Twitter using the keywords 'Nikita Polonov', 'Russian skater' and 'missing'.
"Take off the word 'missing.'" Yuuri suggests, touching Yuri on the shoulder when there are no results.
"Why?" Yakov asks, frowning.
"Because that's not what we're looking for. it's for traces of him." Yuri widens his eyes, smiling. "I understand. I have to look for people who claim to have seen the skater and investigate these people. "
"Yes. I'm sure a national champion like him would not go unnoticed on the streets. Take a picture and make a timeline of the last 15 days and give me the places by phone. If there are people who work in these places, send me too, "Yuuri says, scaring them. "Meanwhile, Mr. Feltsman, could you come with me to his house? I need you to question his family while I look for clues. "
"Very well," Chief Feltsman says, picking up his old chalk-scratch jacket, badge and gun.
When they leave, Plisetsky remembers that he does not know Katsuki's number. And then, he notices that his cell phone has just received a message.
(xxx-xxxx-xxx)
Katsuki here. I got your Yakov number.
...
Oh. Now everything is good.
...
With Yakov introducing them to the skater's parents and sister, Yuuri can see the memories of the three. From them he can see how turbulent their relationship is. The three abuse his fame, demanding money and 'gifts' from the boy. Yuuri asks to see his room, and the parents hesitantly accept and take them to the room, which is messy. Strategically, Yuuri touches the white laptop that is off. Yakov notices that he holds his hand in his mouth, pale.
"Can we take his laptop as evidence? To help us find him? "Yakov Feltsman asks, and the skater's sister approaches the Japanese, picking up the device abruptly.
"It's mine. I lent it to my brother when his broke and threw away before he disappeared, "she says, stepping out of their sight right after.
With no way out, Yakov and Yuuri say goodbye, realizing that they are watched by the adults in the family. In the car, Yuuri shrinks in the front seat, shivering.
Viktor. I need Viktor.
But I can't. Not while he's giving his all. Because of me.
I love you, Viktor.
...
"What did you see?"
"A lot of things."
"Katsuki, are you okay?"
"Yes."
...
Blond Kitten - Now
Look what I found out.
[Attached image - frame photo with dates, times, places and names of people]
Me - Right Now
Good job.
I need you to look on the internet for a website called 'Get rid of yourself.' And search on Google for group suicide sites in Russia.
...
Me - 07h23m
Good morning, Viktor.
I love you.
Will be all right.
I believe you.
You can.
~ x ~
The next day, with Yakov, Yuuri visits the indicated places. Yuuri discovers with memories that the skater uses identity and fake credit cards, as if he wanted to create an alibi and talks to Yakov investigate Anton Yakovich, name recently used by the skater.
Suddenly, late, Yakov receives a call from Lilia, sending them back to the police station.
Before closing the day, she, Yakov, and the Yuris gather to gather all that they have discovered. Yuri says that the 'Free yourself' site is a site of a small religious group that is acquiring members every moment. Listing the Suicide sites as a group, Yuuri points to one.
"Nikita visited this site ..." And he points to three more. "And those, before they disappear. They all have a relationship with 'Get rid of yourself' and if from what he wrote on the computer, he really plans to commit suicide and he has a great hatred for ice skating. "
"So you think ..."
"Yes. If he wants to kill himself, why not bring along what you hate? "Yuuri speaks, staring at the headmistress.
"Katsuki, are you implying that this is a terrorist case?" She asks coldly.
"It's a possibility."
...
Months of research reveal that a select group of people are planning to meet in the Rostelecon Cup. People linked to the religious group and one of the suicide groups pointed out by the Japanese. Baranoskaya informs ISU and RSF about it and states that the Special Crimes Investigation Unit has been formally summoned to join the security team of the event. Armed with photos and data of these people, they stand. Plisetsky with the surveillance team, who checks all the cameras, Babicheva, Popovich in the bleachers and Yakov in the VIP area. Katsuki, who should be with Mila and Georgi, disappears.
~ x ~
"Yuuri?"
"Long time no see, Sensei."
"You look like shit."
"Oh. I spent many sleepless nights. "
"What are you doing here?"
"Working for the St. Petersburg Police. Nikiforov is my partner. "
"I understand. So you gave my number to him. "
"Yes."
"Now all makes sense."
"Sensei, did you see one of those pass by?"
"Oh, I saw this guy here. He seemed to be known to Viktor. "
"..."
"Yuuri?"
"Thank you. Now excuse me. "
"Yuuri, did you contact your family?"
"I saw them a while ago. They look happy to me. And I'm happy now. "
~ x ~
Hiding his face in a hood of his black coat, Yuuri walks away from Minako and walks down the corridor to the ice arena. There, he observes Viktor and one of the people, Anton Yakovich, talking to each other excitedly. He is the real Anton, not Nikita.
"Yakovich found," he says, into the microphone that is hidden in his clothes. "I'll make physical contact to find out where the other members are."
"Understood. We are in position. "
Viktor prepares to introduce himself, surprising everyone, since nothing was announced about his presence there. Next to him, the Japanese wish him good luck before pulling away, surprising him. Yuuri approaches Yakovich and touches his arm, seeing his memories.
I got you.
"I'm sorry, sir," Yuuri says.
"It's okay, young man."
...
Suddenly, the explosives that 8 people carry in the body are damaged. They are already being watched and will soon be arrested. Anton Yakovich disappears, and apparently, not only him.
Kokoro
Yuri! I love you too!
I'm missing you so much!
You know, I dreamed about you. Or rather, with your voice, calling me.
I really want to hug you and kiss you.
Yuri! You're mean! Minako Okukawa is a demon in disguise, he can only!
Miss you!
I dreamed of you again. Yuri, are you okay? I'm sorry I took so long to respond to your messages. I've been very tired lately.
Yuri, it's the fifth time I've listened to you in my dreams. I am worried.
Any news on the case? Yuri, answer me!
Why can not you see my texts? You blocked me?
Yuri! It was you? Are you here in Sochi?
Did you see me skating? I got it!
I heard they got all involved because of you.
Solsnikho, where are you?
Moya Lyubov, please respond.
...
Moya Lyubov
[Attached photo - Yuuri tied up in a chair, unconscious, with dynamites around the body and the face all wounded.]
I never expected my plan to go down because of this boy.
Say goodbye, whoever you are.
...
"Yuri!" Viktor yells, meeting with the detectives, his cell phone in his hands.
"Plisetsky, try to track his GPS!" Director Baranoskaya orders, terrified.
"Yes ma'am!"
Viktor punches the wall with a twist, shaking.
"Shit, if only I had communicated more with him!"
"He is here! In the room…"
Suddenly, an explosion on the other side of the stadium is heard. As the event was over and people went home, no one else was injured.
"Yuri!"
...
"I do not know how you did it, but you'll regret it, damn it."
"For a son-of-a-bitch manipulator, gun dealer, scammer and thief like you, I do not see the reason for such hatred against me."
"Shut up or I'll push the button!"
"It will not work. I already disabled the bomb. "
"I told you to shut up!"
I'm tired. Very tired. I can not feel my arms and legs.
I want to go home. I want Viktor.
Holy shit, I'm going to die a virgin. If only I had sex with Viktor in Moscow ...
Ka-booooooom
...
As detectives approach, they realize that something strange is happening. As the explosion was not large, only a small part of the VIP room was damaged and among the rubble, two men unconscious and enveloped in an energy that looks more like a shield, arise. Of course Viktor goes up to him and removes him from there, noting that such a barrier did not prevent him from touching his beloved.
...
Yuuri wakes up in a hospital bed. With his face and body full of bandages, he looks at the window.
"Viktor," he begins, repeating the name as if it were a mantra. "Who is Viktor? Who am I?"
He takes the omamori that is hanging from his chest and touches him.
"Oh. I thought you could give me answers. It seems I was wrong. "
The bedroom door opens, revealing a handsome silver-haired man jumping with joy and carrying ... a medal.
"I did it, Yuri!"
"Yuri?" The Japanese asks, tilting his face. "I'm sorry, but I do not think that's my name. Who are you? Do you know who I am?
And he realizes that the man, who was all excited before, now loses his smile.
"Is this a joke?"
...
Help!
Help me, Viktor!
I'm dying!
It hurts!
I'm suffocating!
It's too much! It's too much for someone like me!
I love you, Viktor.
And I will always love you.
