With his third World Championship Gold Medal hanging around his neck, Yuri Plisteky walked out of the arena like the champion he was.
His fans were already lined up to greet him. They cheered louder than ever, screaming his name into the wind.
Two voices cried louder than the rest.
"YURIO!"
Yuri froze. To his horror, standing behind the barriers with matching cat ears perched on their heads were retired figure skaters Viktor and Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov.
"Congratulations!" Viktor yelled, waving a huge sign.
Yuri pursed his lips and with the complete professionalism of a world class athlete-
Turned and ran.
Outtake:
"How long was that?" Viktor asked, watching as Yuri spirited away, likely heading for the back exit.
Yuuri looked down at his stopwatch.
"Four seconds."
Viktor smiled.
"You owe me dinner."