I have no idea how to write Yurio. But here he is. Fuck it I'll wing this shit. This is so short after last chapter and for that I apologise. These are supposed to be different characters writing each chapter though.

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I hate my life. Yakov says I must not hate because it is a powerful, strong emotion. Well, I strongly hate everything and will use the word to make it known. I hate this ship, I hate leaving Russia and grandpa and I hate sharing a cabin with Yakov and Mila. I hate how Viktor and Georgi think they can just waltz back into our lives and change everything because they want to and think it is for the best. No. Being with grandpa would be for the best; who cares if he is ill and has to work at the factory and lives all the way in Moscow? He is the only family I have. I was supposed to move there and live with him when I became an adult. I am an adult now, even. I could care for grandpa myself.

But no, we have to do what Viktor says. And Georgi, I suppose. I do not know which of those idiots had the bright idea in the first place. They are both as bad as each other at times and yes I missed them when they left, but the place was a lot quieter with them gone. Lonelier, too, but they must never know.

I hope grandpa is doing well without me at least in the same country. I sent him some French money I found in Viktor's wallet before we left but I do not know if it will be of any use to him. Knowing him, he will be more excited about the letters themselves so it does not matter so much.

But now I am on a damn boat for a week and cannot write to him at all. Well, I can write, but not post it. Maybe I could send him my diary entries for this week. Let me not put anything too embarrassing in here then. Or I could copy my entries onto writing paper, save cutting the pages out, and send… finalised versions to him.

Why am I writing all this down?

It is very boring here. I do not care how nice everything is, and the electricity in our room, I am still bored. There is only so many times you can turn the lights on and off before that, too, gets boring. And annoys Yakov. There is a library too, which I suppose I can hide in when things get too annoying. Yakov just plays cards with other old people.

At least I have a top bunk. I have never had one of those before, and it is so warm. And soft. I wish grandpa was here too, and could sleep in a bed like this. And eat the food they served at dinner- I must tell him about it.

His cooking is better though; I can remember it clearly. The stuff here is good, but it is not… wholesome. I think that would be the word. Grandpa's cooking has heart. He puts love into it that no boring cold meats and cheese can compare with. I quite like the rice though.

I hope grandpa is not too cold back at home. And I hope his back is not troubling him either.

I have to become rich and famous now. I mean, it was already on my to-do list but now I need to save up to bring grandpa to New York with me. Viktor and Georgi think they are the finest skaters in Russia, well they have seen nothing yet. I will be the best. I have practiced for years now, on the pond by the house that freezes over in winter. Mila too. She says I have incredible talent, and Yakov agrees, in his own silent, grumpy way. Well Mila is not so bad either, so maybe we can make our own troupe. World famous brother and sister, even though we are not really. Close enough though. We will become so famous the world will soon forget about my 'brothers' and the Swiss.

And then I will demand Viktor moves to a whole new country because I felt like going. See how he likes it.

I do not know if Mila wants to join me in my plan, but she is impressed at how determined I am to succeed. I can do it with or without her. It would be nice to have a friend though, and someone to voice my complaints at.

Those two are visiting soon, and Yakov has told me to be on my best behaviour. I fail to see how I would not be. I have had all night to let go of my anger, and a session writing my feelings down in a journal. Maybe if Mila stopped trying to see what I was writing, I would be in a better mood though.

Mila, do you want to be famous or do you want me to never talk to you again?

This trip is going to be awful.

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Minami's notes:

Yuri Plisetsky and Mila Babicheva were raised in the same orphanage as Viktor Nikiforov and Georgi Popovich, all raised by Yakov Feltsman. It is unknown what other children lived in said orphanage, as all of Feltsman's documents were either discarded in St Petersburg or went down with the ship, and are completely lost to time.