Chapter Notes

Surprise coming very soon!

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"Welcome to Russia, Minako-sensei." Yuuri says in English, receiving her at St Petersburg airport.

"Hm, let's see if it's worth it to move here, Yuuri." She responds coldly to him and Viktor. "I want to see how your body is as soon as possible, and I will continue to train you in ballet and other things that may be important for the development of your powers."

Hai, "Yuuri says, biting his lip not to call her a demon.

~ x ~

The days pass quietly. While no case of significance reaches the Special Crimes Investigation Unit, they decide to investigate cases that have not yet been resolved. In addition, on Tuesday and Friday nights, they dine and train Yoga (Viktor is required to participate) with Minako. On Mondays and Thursdays, ballet for Yuuri and Wednesdays, meditation classes. With Yuuri's progress, Minako suggests other styles of dance to help him.

"Help in what?" He asks, frowning at her.

"To conquer Viktor, obviously!" She says, excited. "I see how you look, and I believe you and he are perfect for each other, and you may need to disguise yourself in resolving a case."

"How can you be so sure about us?" He asks, embarrassing himself.

"You gave him Agape, Yuuri." She says, smiling. "Ágape is the real name of the choreography that Viktor skated in. Now, let me show you another choreography that is sure to make the Russian detective melt for you. I call it Eros."

...

That same night, Minako shows the other dance styles she intends to teach him. Among them are tango, break-dance and pole dance. Viktor, who insists on waiting for him to return home even when he does not need to participate in training, only makes drama knowing that he will not be able to watch Yuuri's training anymore.

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"Attention, detectives." Lilia Baranoskaya says, taking control and turning on the television, whose channels deal with an armed robbery at a bank agency. Reporters say millions of items were stolen, two people died and four more were injured. Lilia turns off the television and looks at Viktor and Yuuri.

"I want you two on the spot immediately and start investigating, Plisetsky, arrange for the recordings of the bank's internal and external security cameras, Babicheva and Popovich, to interrogate the wounded, Feltsman, you take care of the fatal victims."

The detectives, except Yakov, assert to her, leaving to carry out their duties. Yakov looks at her with hatred and walks away in silence, leaving her alone. But when she returns to her room, she feels a hand touch her shoulder and when she turns, she sees Yuuri looking with concern.

"Director, please forgive me if I appear to be daring, but I would like to say that if you ever need someone to talk to, you just have to call me in. And you can be sure my lips are sealed about it." He says, scaring her. "Now excuse me, I'm going to work now."

And he opens a smile to her, waving and walking away. It's time to work.

~ x ~

When they arrive at the bank, they are surprised by the amount of people involved. Cops, the press and the curious. Yuuri, not wanting to be filmed or photographed, thanks for wearing a hooded cold coat inside another long coat, and have a pair of dark eyes in his pocket. Usually it would be weird, but when you're with a detective who wears designer clothes like a model, another who wears a long tiger-skin coat, another who goes on to wear Gothic clothes after he discovered the betrayal of his girlfriend and a detective who he never saw wearing skirt or dress, Yuuri ends up feeling the most normal of the group. Not that it mattered at the moment.

After identifying themselves and being released to the passage, the team spreads to fulfill its obligations.

...

When the police perceive the approach of Viktor Nikiforov, soon most of them moan with anger, after all lately, the unit has solved their cases quickly and if they are present, surely this will be one of those, which is causing problems in the other units. Problems like bosses demanding speed in the resolution of their cases, and this is causing stress and fatigue, as well as bad cases solved.

But then, when they realize that Nikiforov is watching an Asian man who is looking around aloof and walking barefoot, walking by the bench as if everything is fine, they revolt. When two advance towards them, the rest decides to only observe closely.

"Nikiforov." One of the detectives says coldly.

"Karkaroff, good to see you again!" Viktor says, excited, holding a pair of shoes with his left hand.

"Why is there a Yaposka wandering here like he's lost? Who is he?" Detective Karkaroff asks, and watches the Japanese look at him, take something out of his coat pocket, and smile.

"Yuuri Katsuki, Assistant Detective of the Investigation Unit for Special Crimes." He says in Russian, revealing his badge and scaring everyone there. "Viktor, I'm done."

"OK."

The detectives watch Viktor spread his shoes to the Japanese man, who picks them up and puts them on.

"And then?" Viktor says, looking at him.

"Five men had entered discreetly, and were approached by the security guard, who took them to an isolated location, returning with AK-47 masks and weapons, declaring the robbery, and forcing the employees to put money from their coffers in their suitcases. of the robbery, one of them shot at the security guard and one of the clerks in the chest, killing then shot five more people so that they were not seriously hit and they went out the parking door. "

The policemen look at the Japanese frightened.

"But I noticed something interesting." Yuuri says, looking at Viktor. "When they came in, they were not carrying anything."

"So the guns, bags and masks were already here before the robbery?" Viktor deduces, and Yuuri tilts his face to the right.

"Moreover, I am surprised they had accompanied the security guard calmly and come back declaring the robbery, and I can be sure that at least who shot the victims is strictly trained in weapons." Yuuri continues to deduct, and Viktor frowns.

"Witness elimination?" He asks, ignoring the detective's surprised stares. "What if the security guard also joined the gang? The female employee may have been killed by accident."

"I do not think so." Yuuri says, reaching out for him. "Give me your laser and go to the third counter."

Viktor hands the laser lantern over to him and heads for the appointed spot. Yuuri then looks at the other detectives.

"Five of you could get down on your knees right here, facing me, like how the victims were?And could you stay here?" He asks and the detectives look at each other, wanting to understand what that foreigner intends to do. They soon position themselves and Yuuri, satisfied, goes to the door where he said before the thieves used to escape.

"I am the murderous thief and I will now show why the female clerk was not killed by accident and how I realized that the shooter has training to deal with it." Yuuri lights the laser and holds it with his right hand, using his index finger and left hand to pretend to be perfectly AK-47. "First, I'll show you how it happened according to what I saw, so I'll explain the deductions."

Immediately, Yuuri turns to the standing detective, looks at his chest and shoots, speaking a loundly BANG! and quickly, he turns to Viktor, looks and speaks again. And then he, in a sequence of Bangs, points at the knee detectives exactly where the hostages were injured.

"You imitated the killer?" One of the detectives on his knee asks.

"Yes." Yuuri says, going back to the standing detective. "If, as Viktor said, the security man's death was a witness elimination, why did he accurately target the employee's chest too?" He might as well have shot himself in the shoulder, as he did with the other he looked at her as he did with security and shot to kill. " Yuuri remakes the demonstration, and Viktor notices something else.

"The recoil." He says, making Yuuri smile.

"When he fired, the recoil was barely perceptible, and because of the dexterity of how he fired into such a situation, he gave me the impression that he has experience with guns and probably served in the army. " Yuuri turns off the laser and delivers it to Viktor, who starts praising him for the deductions.

"Did you figure it all out looking at the cameras?"

Yuuri and Viktor look at the detective who had asked and open a smile.

"No." Yuuri just says, while Viktor's cell phone rings.

"Oh! Speaking of security cameras, Yurio said we can see the recordings of the assault now." Viktor says, surprising the detectives.

In the security room, the detectives startled the scenes of assault and death, which Yuuri demonstrated perfectly. Yuuri focuses on the camera focusing on security and suddenly, has a great idea. He looks at Viktor, who watches the recordings, with half-closed eyes, licks his lower lip and opens a wide smile.

Oh my darling, you do not know what will come to you.

~ x ~

Yakov, interviewing family and friends of the victims along with Mila and Georgi, find out they were dating for a short time. One of her female friends reveals she was unhappy with a group of boys who were security friends. When he joins Yuuri, Yuri and Viktor, they exchange deductions and Yakov tries to find such they arrest the five, where one of them is sniper of the Russian army and find almost all the money stolen. Days later, Yakov and other chiefs present the reports. All other bosses credit the Special Crimes Investigation Unit in resolving the case. Yakov declares that the case was settled with cooperation between all the units involved, to the surprise of almost everyone present. And everyone, even Yakov, is shocked to see a smile on Lilia Baranoskaya's face as she reads the report written by Viktor. Smile that soon disappears when she stops reading.

"I hope this will serve as a lesson for to take care of your detectives and don't you all dare to demand something that you can't ask. My unit was created not to take the place of other units, but to assist and intervene in the resolution of crimes. Understood? "

"Yes, Director."

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Chapter final notes

Poll ON!
More new disguises for Viktor and Yuuri! )O)
A) Doctor and nurse
B) Taxi Driver and Passenger