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*Before YOI - Before events of Yuri On Ice
This week has been by FAR, the most RELAXING week of the entire second semester! It was just absolutely awesome! I want MORE weeks like this! (But of course, that's not possible in grade 11, and even less possible in grade 12...;( Why me?) But hey, at least I got some more time to work on THIS chapter! That's right! I didn't have to finish this all on Friday after school this week!
We continue this chapter off of what happened with poor Yakov in the ending of the last chapter. I'm also thinking of maybe slightly speeding the events a little so I could get to the parts that I feel like are more important in this backstory.
And of course, return to the original timeline of this fanfic before chapter 8. But the majority of this story IS going to be the backstory, so even if I speed up the events a little, the backstory will still take up a lot of this fanfic (unless I decide to prolong the events after this backstory is finished...)
Well, we'll just wait and see! :D
We'll just wait and see! I hope y'all are enjoying this story!
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OH, AND ONE MORE THING: for all those readers who miss Yuri Katsuki, please tell me in the REVIEWS or PRIVATE MESSAGE me if you want a scene in the next chapter with Yuri and Victor from where I left off on chapter 8 before Victor's backstory began. I can make a quick jump back to that timeline and have Yuri talk about his feelings on the events of Victor's past and of course, about Liv. If you want that, please comment in the REVIEWS or PRIVATE MESSAGE me!
Ch. 13: Exposed! (Before YOI)
From where we left off in the last chapter…
Victor rushed down the elevator and out to the parking lot where his car was located. Turning the engine on, he looked around to make sure the coast is clear before driving out of the building's property and onto the road towards the retail store.
Halfway there, Victor thought about how Yakov must be feeling sitting on the toilet reading a bunch of old newspapers and magazines with his feet getting numb…
"Hahahahaha!" He burst out laughing, not being able to contain it within him any longer. "Well, Yakov's not going to let me off the hook after this. Better not share this with anyone on Monday practice…"
Victor made it to the parking lot of the local retail store in a large plaza. It was a Friday afternoon, so finding a vacant parking space took awhile for him. But he finally found one, that was quite a distance from the entrance of the store.
Immediately upon entering, his eyes caught sight of the huge poster displaying a bunch of store items that were on discount for a limited time. "70% off on the apples, bath towels, and—"mayonnaise!"
That's what caught Victor's attention. He's been wanting to buy mayonnaise for a long time but found all those prices to be ridiculously high for only a few small jars. But now, it's 70% off for one large jar of mayonnaise. He began speeding down towards the aisle for bread and other grain products. That's where the mayonnaise was.
As soon as Victor saw the shelves for mayonnaise, he nearly screamed. It was already almost completely empty! How many shoppers were that anxious to buy this spread too?
"Come on, come on! There's got to be a few left!" He cried as he looked up and down the shelves, pushing away a few other items to check if there were any hidden jars behind them.
Victor's searching grew more and more desperate, he wouldn't stop looking for the large glass jar with a blue label on it. Why isn't there any more left? There's gotta be more! At least one more!
"Victor?"
"Ah!" Upon hearing someone say his name, Victor jumped a little, accidentally pushing down a loaf of bread that he was about to push off to the side.
Liv stood behind him, pushing a shopping cart half-filled with food items and kitchen utensils. She was looking at him wide-eyed in shock. "What are you doing?"
"Oh hey, Liv! Just...trying to find a little something, don't worry about it. I got this. You just go back to your shopping." Victor waved his hand, attempting to sway Liv away.
But she didn't leave. "What are you looking for?"
Victor sighed. "Mayonnaise. It's 70% off! How amazing is that? But it's all freakin' sold out! God!" He resisted the temptation to give the shelf a good swift kick.
"Mayonnaise? Oh here, I have a jar." Liv dug the blue labeled glass jar out of her cart. "I got it only because it was on sale. But if you really want it, here."
Victor brightened upon seeing the sight of the very jar he's been looking for appear in Liv's hands but was uncertain whether to accept or not. "Omg, this is so beautiful! But, are you sure it's ok?"
"Go ahead and take it before you guilt trip yourself out of this opportunity." Liv pressed.
Victor took the jar out of Liv's hands and squeezed it before giving Liv a one-armed hug. "Thank you, my darling. You are an absolute angel." He said in a very fake sounding and exaggerated British accent.
"Yeah, uh...don't EVER use that accent again, please." Liv cringed as she began pushing her shopping cart down the aisle.
Victor stopped her. "Wait, what are you here for?"
"What does it look like I'm here for? I'm doing regular shopping. It's a Friday afternoon, I need to stock up for the weekends."
"I thought you were having financial issues, did you resolve them?"
Liv smiled brightly. "Yep! Found a part time job at a new music studio! I'm teaching rudiments and beginner piano!"
"Wow, that's great. How often are you working each week?"
"Uhh...Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays...from eleven to eight. And it's about $40 per hour…? I think?"
Victor shook his head at her uncertainness. "You really don't know a lot, do you?"
"I do!" She cried defensively. "I managed to find all these items in my cart without asking a clerk! I just need vegetable oil, squash, milk, and some snacks!"
With that, she hurried down to the end of the aisle before disappearing around the corner. Victor just stood there with his arms crossed, smiling to himself. "She'll be back. I can feel it. In five...four...three...two…"
Liv appeared around the corner again. "Say uh, Victor? Where exactly is the vegetable oil?"
Sometime later…
Victor spent the afternoon helping Liv look for the items on her list. They went through different aisles, scanning the shelves, and upon finding the desired product, looked for the best one available. Although he would never admit it, Victor liked shopping as much as a female.
This isn't entirely his fault though. Growing up as an only child, he didn't have a lot of male role models due to his father always being absent from home. He was more close to his mother, and so spent more time with her. Now his mother loved to go out and buy all sorts of stuff, but only the best of the best.
She was like a professional shopper! And by just spending most of his time growing up with his mother, Victor picked up some of her habits and skills. He became very critical when it came to examining objects and other products. Which ones looked the best, had the best quality, the best performance.
Which ones were the most "beautiful" in his eyes. And now, he uses his critical eye when looking at things in everyday life too, and not just store items. Outdoor landscapes, books and films, animals, and of course, people.
Liv's critical eye was more based on an artistic point of view, her opinion of "beauty" is related to something deeper. Something that only she could see. And now, Victor can see it too. But it's not good enough. He needs to get everyone to see it. The art that Liv can bring to them.
Until then, he will continue to coach her. And then hopefully, Angela Raskalov will get better from chemotherapy treatment and will be able to resume her rightful position as Liv's true coach. But Angela doesn't even know about this little coaching thing, or does she? Maybe Liv already told her about it.
"Hey, Liv?" Victor asked.
"Yeah?" Liv was looking at a large box of granola bars but nodded to show that she was listening. "What is it?"
"Does Angela know about me yet?"
Liv nearly dropped the box she was holding. "HOLY. SHIT. No, she does not! What am I supposed to tell her? 'Hey, Angela. Oh, remember how I was telling you that I might be going back to America? Well, I changed my mind, because the legendary Victor Nikiforov decided to take your spot for awhile. So that's what going on right now. Bye-bye.'"
Victor held his stomach due to his strenuous laughter. "Yeah, sure! Go ahead and tell her that, and let's see what happens afterward!" He contained himself. "But seriously, though. You should tell her."
Liv shrugged. "I guess I should. But that brings up another thing I've been wanting to ask you for awhile. Victor, how much are you coaching fees? I mean, it's been a long time since you began coaching me, but I haven't paid you a single cent! And this doesn't sit right with me."
"You can worry about that after the Nationals. And bring back the gold medal from it too!" He grinned.
"Ehh...I'm leaning more towards third or fourth. But, that's a good thought." Liv grabbed a new box of granola bars and placed it in her shopping cart.
Victor put back the previous box that she was holding onto the shelf. "Not a thought. It will happen! You'll see!"
Liv didn't answer immediately. She just looked down at her cart and smiled a tiny smile. "Anyways...thanks for helping me with finding all my items here. I'll continue by myself from here on out."
"Wait, you still need to go to other places too?"
"Sort of. I need to replace a few of my bathroom stuff and I also need a new USB for school." Liv explained. "But you don't need to come along, don't you have other stuff to do to?"
Victor scratched the back of his head. Does he have other stuff to do to? Wait a minute...was there originally something he was planning on doing before? Why did he even come out here in the first place?
"But of course, if you're busy, I'm ok with that. My car broke down again and is in repair right now, but I can manage with the city transit—"
"We can use my car." Victor almost immediately answered.
Seconds later…
Liv looked around the familiar passenger seat she was sitting in, feeling a little nervous and guilty at the same time. "Come on, Victor, it's Friday! Won't you want to spend some enjoyment time? I don't want to be a bother."
"This is enjoyment time. Better than being bored and clueless in my apartment." Victor started his engine. "Alright, now where to?"
3 hours later…
After going from store to store, looking for bath towels that weren't too expensive and were large enough to suit Liv's needs, Victor helped her look for her other essentials. Which included handsoap, detergent, conditioner (which he very much enjoyed looking for), and more.
Finding the necessary items was easy. Finding an acceptable price for them, was hard. Even though Liv has a part time job now, she is still being very careful with her spending. Despite Victor's complaining about her 'frugal' ways, she would always retort with the threat of being broke before the Nationals even came around.
And of course, that meant no chance at even competing there. So, Victor had to drive around the city, looking for a good retail store that had low, low, low prices. And every time they found something that was considered 'cheap' by Liv, she would reject it because it failed to meet her expectations in quality.
But they still managed to find good deals for each of her essential items, even though it took a lot of time and patience on Victor's part. In the end, it was worth it to see Liv relax. Hopefully, after all of this, she would be less nervous about her money problems.
All of the driving around and looking for retail stores allowed Victor to explore new parts of the city that he had never been to before. It was like being in a whole different neighborhood. It felt refreshing to him. He barely got out and enjoyed himself like this.
And it felt even better to be doing all of this exploring with someone else. Sharing the experience is always better in his opinion. By the time Liv found a new USB stick, the evening was beginning to start. Victor checked his watch.
"Liv, it's almost 6. Do you have your USB?" He asked.
"Yeah, just let me pay for it at the cash register."
Walking over to the cash register for the small electronics store, Liv fished out her wallet and credit card. The cashier smiled as he checked out the package containing Liv's desired USB stick and directed for her to enter her card through the terminal.
After printing out the receipt and wishing her a 'good rest of your day,' they exited the store and walked towards Victor's car. He drove them all the way to Liv's building. From there, he helped her carry her items up to her apartment. It was the most she has ever shopped for in awhile, and she was very happy about it.
"Thanks for helping out today. I had fun, even though it took a long time." Liv said as she placed the last of her bags down onto her kitchen floor.
"No problem, I had fun too. It beats spending it all by myself."
Liv opened the fridge and began placing her individual groceries into its rightful spots. "Hey, Victor. Can you bring me my hairband from my bedroom? It's on my dresser, and it's black. You shouldn't miss it."
"Ok." Victor turned around and walked towards the one bedroom of this apartment complex. Turning on the lights, he saw something that he wished he never saw.
The 'thing' turned around slowly as if it was waiting for someone to enter the room. It had large bulging eyes on either side of its head and giant balloon-like 'thingies' underneath them! It was by far, the creepiest thing that Victor had ever seen! It swam around the tiny glass bowl on the wooden chest and opened its mouth as if it was trying to curse him or something!
"AHHH! LIV!"
She came rushing down the hall. "What is it!? What's the emergency!?"
He barely pointed a finger at the creature inside the glass bowl with balloon-sac eyes. "That poor animal has mutated into this horrible appearance."
Liv sighed. "That's not a mutt, Victor. That's my pet goldfish, Bubby."
"That poor goldfish has caught some kind of viral eye infection!"
"No! It's a bubble eye goldfish! Google it yourself! It's supposed to look like that! It's not an infection!" Liv cried. "Oh, and one more thing: don't you insult my pet again! Not every single animal looks a certain way! How would you like it if I freaked out over Makkachin because he's a brown-coated poodle?"
Victor realized she was right. As creepy as Liv's bubble eye goldfish looked, it was wrong to point it out in a disrespectful manner. He slowly walked into the bedroom and grabbed the black hairband lying on top of the dresser before handing it to Liv. She tied her hair up into a messy bun.
"Well, at least you know what a bubble eye goldfish is now." Liv headed back to the kitchen.
Victor followed cautiously behind. "Hehe, yeah. Sorry."
"Mm. Well, you had the decency to apologize, I guess I can ask you now if you want to stay for dinner. This time, I'll be the one making it."
"Really? But that's ok, besides, if you are, then I'll have to ask you to make some more so I can take home some for Makkachin." Victor admitted.
"That's ok, he must be lonely. You've been out all Friday afternoon. He must expect something from you when you go back home."
Victor shook his head. "Nah, he isn't lonely. He's got Yak—OH MY GOD! YAKOV!" Immediately, memories raced back into his head. Of Yakov eating expired chicken nuggets and having a huge stomachache, of running out of toilet paper, of promising to go out and buy more toilet paper in just 30 MINUTES.
How long has it been? Victor ran around in circles, trying to get his head all sorted out. Liv was startled by Victor's sudden outburst and attempted to find out what's wrong. "What about Yakov, Victor? Did you do something wrong?"
"Geugh...Liv! We bought some toilet paper today, right?" Victor confirmed.
Liv nodded. "I got four new packages, they're over in that bag by the corner—"
"Alright, do you mind if I take one?"
"What? No, sure, go ahead." Liv gestured.
Victor rushed forward and grabbed one package of toilet paper and ran towards the foyer of the apartment, putting on his shoes again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm sorry, but I can't stay! I just remembered something really important! Gotta go, bye!"
Back at Victor's apartment.
Yakov's entire bottom and legs and feet had grown numb by now! Makkachin was fast asleep on the couch out in the living room. The sky outside was beginning to darken. "VICTOR 'WHATEVER YOU'RE MIDDLE NAME IS' NIKIFOROV, IT'S BEEN 3 FUCKING HOURS!"
"I'M COMING!" Victor cried from his car all the way in the parking lot of Liv's building. He began speeding back to his apartment like a madman. There's no way Yakov's going to let him off the hook after this. No fucking way.
Monday. June. 17, 2013. St. Petersburg Ice Rink
Victor attempted to wave at Yakov again from the opposite end of the rink. But of course, Yakov just gave him the cold shoulder and focused on working with Max on his jumps. Victor cringed internally at the thought of Yakov never letting go of that horrible experience back last Friday.
He returned to his own practice. But it was difficult concentrating on jumps and spins when his entire head was filled up with the image of his coach sitting on the porcelain throne looking like he's about to blow up like the atomic bomb of 1942.
Still, Victor tried to land his jumps, mainly his quadruple toe loops. He's been leaving them out for awhile, and they've gotten weaker. Strong skaters need to maintain their level on all of their jumps, and not favor some over the others. After landing another quadruple toe loop, Victor decided to enter the jump on a different entrance.
He enters it from a left outside three-turn before switching feet onto the right back outside edge and then planting his toe pick into the ice. He brought his arms and body around as his skate made contact with the ice, and pulled in tight into the backspin position.
Rotating four times, Victor lands the jump on two feet. He groaned. Entering the toe loop from that entrance wasn't the best choice. Well, at least he found that out today and not later. After finishing up with the rest of his jumps, he moved onto edges and turns. The basic skating skills.
That's right, the basics are very important. Without them, further skills down the path of skating will be affected. It's what separates the strong skaters from the good skaters. Anybody can jump and spin, but not everybody can skate with stability. And only certain people can see that stability.
Looking around him, Victor examined the movements of every single one of his rink mates currently present. Practicing his new short program, was Constantine, who had a very mature skating style. And it reflected his personality well. Constantine was considered one of the 'older' skaters here, even though he and Victor are around the same age.
From what Victor sees, Constantine is a strong skater. Every time he takes the ice, there wasn't this feeling of fear that he would completely break down and fall on every single one of his jump. Victor had a different sense of mature. He aimed for his programs to be more daring and contrasting, while Constantine's was more sophisticated.
Max lands an enormous triple axel with Yakov standing close by and filming the whole jump. Now Max was a year younger than Victor, and man, was he good-looking—nope! Gotta stop my head from thinking up those crazy fantasies!
Anyways, Max was an up and down skater. There were days when he would perform outstandingly and days when he would end up in sixth place or lower. Max's focus had always been on his jumps. To him, if jumps are no good, then winning is impossible. Which is true to an extent, Max had strong jumps, now if he could land them 24/7, then he would probably be able to stand next to Victor on the podium.
As for Laurel Kopeykin, well, she was older than Victor and is also considered a veteran in ladies' figure skating. Laurel's style changes each season, from subtle and quiet to cheerful and childish. But no matter what, she's able to embody what she wants to represent, and that's why she's known for her high program component scores.
And then, of course, there was Yuri Plisetsky, the newest junior skater who managed to make it to this rink in preparation for the big leagues. Yuri P. was a one of a kind. Unlike most other junior skaters, Yuri P. actually took some time to work on his basic skating skills too, and not just jumps and spins.
So compared to other skaters of the junior division, Yuri P. already skates like a senior, the only problem is his ability to express. He was very distant when performing, there was almost no sense of connection between his movements and the music or the audience. But other than that, Yuri P. had nearly the entire package.
The practice was over several minutes later and the skaters all cleared the ice as the Zamboni appeared. Victor left the change room after packing up his skating bag and grabbing all of his belongings. Walking towards the front entrance, Victor stopped by the empty snack bar to check his phone. There were several texts from Liv.
Liv: Hey, how're things between you and Yakov? Still mad at u? ;)
Liv: It's sort of my fault too, I distracted u from buying the toilet paper. I'd tell u to tell him I'm sorry, but then he'd find out about you being my coach
Liv: I'm going to tell Angela about you this weekend when I go visit her. Wish me luck.
Victor was about to text Liv back when he felt the sudden urge to go the washroom. Not wanting to take everything into the stalls with him, Victor left his skating bag and phone on an empty snack table. Then he rushed down the hall to the nearby washroom. From the opposite end of the hall, Yakov appeared and noticed the table with a giant skating bag on top.
He immediately recognizes it as Victor's and decided to see where that absolute-good-for-nothing-but-still-his-top-skater disappeared to. "Ahh...always forgetting things. It's not safe leaving his stuff out here in the open, especially with his phone right in full view! Wait...what is this…?"
A minute later…
Victor exited the washroom, shaking his wet hands-free from water. Looking up, he nearly jumped when he saw Yakov sitting by the table where Victor had left his items on. Yakov had an expression on his face that gave Victor a bad feeling.
"Hey, Yakov! I'm glad we can finally talk now!" Victor exclaimed, trying to sound calm.
Yakov tilted his head. "Yes, I'm glad we can finally talk. That we can finally tell each other what's been going on in each of our lives."
Victor nodded fiercely. "Well, I can name a few. This weekend, I made a chocolate cupcake! It's really delicious, and it didn't get burnt this time! I think this is definitely an improv—"
"Great, that's great, Victor. Now, tell me about your little coaching life." Yakov stated flatly.
Victor's smile stuck on his face. "My what?"
Yakov was not smiling. "Just how long did you think you could hide this from me? Huh?" He took out Victor's cell phone displaying Liv's texts on its screen.
Victor tried to grab it in a panic. "Yakov! Just wait, don't jump to conclusions!" He yanked his phone out of his coach's hand and turned it off.
"Alright, fine then, I'll listen. Tell me about this." Yakov sat with his back up straight and his eyes glued to Victor's, imitating that of a young student paying attention to his teacher. Victor felt a break of sweat form on the back of his neck.
"You see, Yakov, as a skater, I know how difficult it is to earn high scores and to be appreciated as a talented skater. So obviously, when I see a skater whose skills are not being admired, I'd want to help, right?" Victor made sure Yakov wasn't going to stop him before continuing on. "Liv is that skater. I see something in her that people fail to notice nowadays in skating. I want to bring it back."
"So you decide to all of this in secret, without asking me first if this was ok or not." Yakov countered.
"Well—ye—I—well, even I did come to you back then, would you have even let me?" Victor asked.
"No," Yakov said it with such certainty that it even shocked Victor. But he was not willing to give up.
"When did you even meet this 'Liv?' Was it last week? Maybe two weeks ago?" Yakov asked.
"Two months ago. In March, the week after we returned from the World Championships."
Yakov's jaw dropped. "You've been hiding this for that long!? If it was for a few weeks I'd be slightly lighter on you, but months!? No wonder you've been failing to improve! You've been so distracted lately! I was not wrong on my assumption!"
"Those two months were the best times of my life! I'm starting to understand more about your point of view too, Yakov. From a coach's perspective, the best feeling in the world is seeing your student achieve something great. Isn't it?"
That touched Yakov deep within. There was some truth in Victor's words. But that didn't help the fact that he was hindering his own practice time. "I'm glad you understand my perspective, Victor. But you're forgetting something. Coaches want what's best for their student, and right now, I'm telling you that if you continue 'coaching' this 'Liv,' then your career will be going downhill!"
"Then what about Liv's career? Ever since she came to this country, it's been beating her to a pulp until she's on the brink of calling it quits! Is that what skating is nowadays, Yakov? Is it? I can salvage her career!"
"At the cost of your own!"
Victor opened his mouth to defend himself but Yakov beat to it. "And don't pretend that I don't know who Liv is. The minute I saw her last name, I already knew. Olivia Nguyen is Angela Raskalov's student, not yours. I understand that Angela is currently sick and unable to coach, but that Olivia could've gone to available substitute coaches if she wanted to compete in the next season."
"She doesn't need a substitute coach, Yakov! What she needed was a friend. Someone who made her feel like she belongs here like she matters, someone who made her smile. I already told you that she was about to call it quits on her skating career here, but I stepped in and encouraged her to fight." Victor explained.
Yakov crossed his arms. "Fight what?"
"Fight all the underscoring, the unfair judging, and the silent prejudice. You may not see it, Yakov, heck, even I didn't see it if it wasn't for Liv! But the figure skating system is corrupting. First, they take out the artistry, then they score based on well-liked you are, and finally, they make the audience believe the scores given to skaters are universal and true. Kind of sad, no?"
A moment of silence passed through. Yakov didn't admit it, but he has been noticing a lot of this lately, he was just going along with it like it was nothing, he just assumed that if skating was going down this path, then that means the skaters and coaches will have to follow, otherwise, they'll be fighting against the current.
But that didn't stop him from thinking it was wrong. "I get what you mean, Victor. But the bottom fact is that we can't do much to change things. So we'll have to go with the flow, and right now, you're still in the lead, the last thing I want for to happen is that you've fallen in the next Grand Prix Final. If you do, nobody's going to let you forget it. Ever."
"So that's it? Just stick to this? I thought I was winning fair and square back then, but now, I just don't know anymore…" Victor mumbled.
"Those gold medals were earned by you! You made those judges hand them to you! Because you knew how to work this system! And now, you're trying to go against it. Don't. Victor." Yakov warned.
"My motto is 'taking risks.' Not only in my programs, but in life too. And that's what I'm going to do." Victor said seriously.
Yakov had heard enough. "Victor, you are NOT coaching Olivia anymore, and that is FINAL! DO NOT. Make me do something that I will regret." Yakov's voice had a very finalized tone to it.
If Victor didn't do something now, he won't be able to do anything after this. So he suggested the only thing that might be able to change Yakov's mind.
"I think you need to see her skate."
Later that day…
Victor dialed Liv's cell phone number inside of his apartment. The ringtone rang twice before Liv finally picked up.
"Hello?"
"Liv, it's me," Victor answered.
"Oh, hi! What's up?"
"Sigh, I don't how to explain this, but...I'm just going to get to the point. We've been exposed."
"By who? Your coach?" Liv sounded a little nervous.
"You should be in clairvoyance because you're right. And he wants me to stop coaching you. What're your thoughts on that?"
Heavy breathing was heard over the speaker, Victor sensed slight anxiousness on the other end. Liv finally answered.
"I—I don't want you to go…" She admitted.
Victor felt warmness just burst inside of him when she said that. "I don't want to end this either. But listen, I made a sort of solution. I told him to see you skate first, and then make his final judgment."
"You what!?" Liv sounded like she was having a panic attack.
"Hey, hey, calm down. It's ok, he said he'll give us a week. So we got time to work on your short program. I believe in you, if he sees you skate, he'll understand why I'm helping you. Trust me, I know Yakov. He's not like those Nationals and ISU judges, he'll be able to actually see your skating." Victor assured.
Still heavy breathing on the other end, but it was slightly less hoarse than previously. "My short program, right? To Theme of Angel Beats?"
Victor nodded. "That one."
"Then I got work ahead of me."
So yeah, Victor's secret coaching life has been exposed by Yakov. Never leave your phones out kids! Even in places where you think no one will look at it! Now, Liv's going to have to perform a perfect short program for Yakov to approve of Victor being her coach. And then, of course, Angela's going to have to know about it too soon.
But hey, they were bound to be exposed sooner or later. So there we go!
OH, AND ONE MORE THING (Second time for good measure): for all those readers who miss Yuri Katsuki, please tell me in the REVIEWS or PRIVATE MESSAGE me if you want a scene in the next chapter with Yuri and Victor from where I left off on chapter 8 before Victor's backstory began. I can make a quick jump back to that timeline and have Yuri talk about his feelings on the events of Victor's past and of course, about Liv. If you want that, please comment in the REVIEWS or PRIVATE MESSAGE me!
See you all next week!