"Mmm..."

Thoughtful, as he finishes off his onigiri, and wipes his hands off on each other, before one slips into a pocket, and the other swings lose by his side, where Maccachin comes to lick his fingertips for any remaining grain of rice or shred of meat. "Syrniki, often. They're a sort of..."

He fumbles for the words in English, head tipping back and forth. "Cottage cheese pancake. Filling, full of protein, very good for training. We eat them with sour cream, or sometimes jam."

Considering. "Or sometimes some bread, with a little butter and cheese and kolbasa on top. Sausage, I mean."

It's not much, but then, Yuri doesn't ask him much. Perhaps it's a good sign that he's putting some effort into making conversation?

Victor's free hand lifts as he shrugs. "Our food is much heavier than yours. Good for long winters...and always tasty after a long day of training."