Chapter 8- A Fine day with Nikolai!

Honestly, Viktor didn't know what to do now. I mean, Viktor has known Nikolai even before Yurio was born and he was even surprised he was gonna let him sleep over while his fiance and Otabek's boyfriend were going to stay in his house... alone... and unsupervised... maybe they should call this off.

"Hey, Viktor, you okay?" Otabek said.

"Yeah, yeah I am" he responded and knocked on the Old Russian's door.

The door opened to a very happy old man, "Vitya!" he exclaimed in excitement. They hugged.

"Who's this?" the old man asked with a smile.

"He's Yuri's -" Viktor began to say, but was interrupted.

"-friend. I'm Yuri's friend, sir" Otabek said and offered his hand. Except, Nikolai hugged the Kazakh.

"Finally! My grandson has another friend, besides this lowlife" he said, pointing to Viktor.

He didn't know whether to be insulted or happy, I think he should be insulted.

"Anyway" Viktor said quickly, "Are you going to let us inside?"

"AH! Yes, come in, come in!" he said. He wasn't this happy usually, unless he snapped under a lot of pressure about something, Viktor wondered why, or maybe he drank too much.

Surely enough, when they all walked in, there was an empty Grey Goose bottle on the kitchen table. [A/N: That is the only vodka I know, besides the other one]

"C'mon old man" Viktor said, "didn't I say not to drink too much when I'm gone?"

He nudged Nikolai, and the old man almost fell over, so Otabek had to grab him.

"Whoa there!" he exclaimed, "I know I'm drunk, but you don't have to get this handsy with me! I'm not my grandson!" That made Otabek and Viktor freeze for a second.

"I'm not as fragile as that poor boy!" he continued, "just because I'm this tipsy doesn't mean you can just assume I won't get back up" They both let out a sigh of relief.

Viktor was only going to get even more grey hairs if this continued the way it was going, Viktor already knew that Nikolai knew he was 'special', but it didn't bother the Russian, it was just a matter of time he found out about his grandson and that might be a whole other story in itself, but Viktor knew he wouldn't be that bothered because Nikolai didn't want his bloodline spreading if it caused more parental incidents.

Sure enough, the moment Otabek let him go, Nikolai pulled a bottle of Svedka from his coat pocket.

Otabek grabbed the bottle from his hands and placed it in the fridge.

"Nikolai" Viktor said.

"What?" the old man exclaimed.

"Due to your extreme drinking habit, we're going out, with you" he said, pointing his finger at him to prove a point to him.

The wasted old man was not happy about the predicament he was in. They all ended up going to the Bolshoi St Petersburg State Circus because... reasons.

They had a great time and Otabek's tiny body couldn't take the sugar high he was on, so they all got into a taxi and the Kazakh and the old man passed out in the back seat.

The only reason Viktor isn't describing the circus is because he paid little to no attention to it.

Sure, Otabek and Nikolai were having a great time, but there could be so many things going wrong back at the house, Viktor knew all about Yurio's fear and such because they practically grew up together and Yurio used to tell him everything... until he grew up and learned from his friends that being this emotional was not cool, but hey, it was nice.

The taxi finally pulled up to a small cafe that Viktor frequented before he became all famous, he thanked the driver and pulled out the old man and the Kazakh from the back, there was nobody in the cafe thank god, but there was a bored teenager at the cashier counter.

She seemed very familiar to him. She slightly perked up when she heard the bell ring and then realization seemed to dawn on her, two world renowned skaters and a drunk old man were in her shop.

Viktor didn't know what to do, so he sat down and watched as the girl ran into the employee room and out came an old friend.

"VIKTOR!" Old Man Anatoly cried, "I haven't seen you since you were so young, how are you?"

Then, Viktor realized why the girl seemed familiar, it was Sasha, they used to play together, sure she was just a baby when they did, but damn she came out really pretty.

"I'm doing great, and Sasha don't you remember me?" he asked, she shook her head, of course she didn't.

"Well, it's fine, last time I saw you, you weren't that much bigger than that pie on the display" he said.

She blushed, oh good, his charm still works.

"Where are we?" a voice groaned, Nikolai woke up. Otabek was just sitting there, regretting his life choices (Viktor didn't blame him).

"We're at a cafe, Nikolai"

"Oh" was his response, it appeared that the old man was sobering up because his speech wasn't as slurred.

"ha, you never change" Anatoly said, and he had a sad look on his face, as if he knew something Nikolai didn't.

Nikolai just scoffed at him. "Well, are we going to buy something? Or are we going home, cause I want to see my grandson"

"Nikolai, I already told you, he was going to be staying at my house for about a week with Yuri Katsuki" Viktor said.

"Oh, oh ok" he passed out again. Viktor just sighed. Four more days, just four more days, he thought.

"We'll like a strawberry cake, please" Viktor requested.

"Already on it!" Anatoly said and went to the kitchen. Viktor pulled up another chair and sat down with Nikolai and Otabek.

Nikolai looked as if he was knocked out cold, so he assumed it was ok to talk about a certain subject matter.

"So, I understand you're going out with my friend" Viktor said, it was a pathetic excuse to make conversation, but it worked. Otabek nodded as a response.

"I know I'm not a father figure in his eyes, but good lord" -Viktor tubbed his face- "that boy is as fragile as an SJW's attention span on tumblr, he needs to be well taken care of, or he will break" He paused so that it could sink in, but Otabek looked as if he experienced going out with someone almost as broken as Yurio.

"Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to him, I can swear my life that I won't let anything happen" Otabek said, and he looked dead serious.

Viktor was impressed with the Kazakh, he didn't expect him to take up this challenge, maybe his previous experience is giving him a goal to save Yurio, to save him from his own demise.

Nikolai adjusted himself in his sleep, but there were no signs that he heard everything they said.

Sasha came out from the kitchen with 3 apple turnovers.

"Sorry the cake is taking so long, but I made some apple turnovers so that you have something to snack on" she said smiling and put the plate down.

"BLESS YOU" a booming voice said. Nikolai had woken up to some miracle and was completely sober.

The old man started to munch on one of the apple turnovers happily as if it was the best one he has eaten in a while.

But something still bothered Viktor, why did the old man drink an entire bottle of Grey Goose? From what Viktor remembered, Yurio got gold in his senior debut, Nikolai got a raise recently, and his house was getting remodled for free by a fellow neighbor.

So what was going on? Did Nikolai already know something? Viktor tried to brush it off as nothing, he really wished he didn't.

What's going on y'all? I apologize sincerely for not updating, I was in Myrtle Beach, SC for an Orchestra competition and we got all Superiors and 1st place in 4th and 5th divisions for Choir, Band, and Orchestra. MY TEACHER WAS SO HAPPY! Also, before I forget I would like to thank everyone leaving reviews, y'all don't understand how happy it makes me feel to see people actually enjoying this story I wrote, even if I wrote it on a whim back in December, I really appreciate it, y'all know who you are. RHYS OUT!