It hits him in the chest, and takes his breath away with the sudden slap of cold and wet, and it takes his brain a second to catch up and connect the splash of water that just hit him with Yuri's round eyes and the way his mouth is making a perfect "o" of surprise.

The two of them staring at each other for the space of a breath, that feels like an entire rotation of the Earth, before Victor's running at him, grinning like a lunatic. "Yuri!"

Obviously a mistake, but not one he's going to let slide, even if the water is slowing him down, and it's hard to catch his breath between his laughter and the drag of water against his ankles, the way the sand shifts underfoot.

Giving Yuri more than a good chance to run, too, but if he does, Victor isn't going to just let him get away. Even if he won't bodily throw himself at Yuri, and tackle him onto the sand like he might have a few weeks ago (or even just yesterday), he can kick water at him, and threaten worse, if he catches him.

Maybe it's undignified. Maybe it isn't attractive, maybe it's pointless –

But Yuri told him to be himself, and this is the best way he knows how. "You can't just splash me and get away with it!"