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Victor one yet another medal, yet for some reason he didn't feel satisfied. All he could think of was the pain in his legs and his gray hair. He realized that he was getting older and it scared him. Skating was the only thing that he was good at, what would he do when he couldn't anymore? He tried to think of something he could do but nothing came to his mind. He knew his skating career would come to an end, the one thing he was good at. Before he could think on this anymore Yavok came in to take him to greet his fans. So Victor just asked for five more minutes to do his hair, and Yavok huffed but allowed him to. Victor knew how others thought of him, narcissistic, handsome, playboy.... But to be honest, he wasn't sure what he was, he did know that he didn't want to deal with annoying fangirls at this moment, but he just sighed and put on a smile, looking at the mirror he saw that the smile looked fake but he knew no one would notice, because why would they? Why would Victor Nikiforov, of all people, be depressed? As he walked out he tried not to notice the growing bald spot on his head.
On his way out he walked by Yuri Plisetski on his way. The blond noticed him and started walking with him to talk about his next season.
"Old Man, since I placed gold in Juniors you have to choreograph my debut program for Seniors."
Victor, who was half listening, responded with, "Yes, yes Yuri, I will do it."
"Alright"
As he was walking through the sea of adoring fans, a raven haired boy caught his eye. He could tell by the way he walked that he was most likely an ice skater, although he could not clearly see his face, but then Yuri was yelling at him again to talk about his program... Oh how he just wanted to end it all...