Yuri's unfazed, and for some reason that amuses Victor more than the recital did: he laughs and waves Yakov off, before pulling his right arm across his chest to stretch it. "Yakov, you're getting soft! When I was a junior, you'd have me reciting while doing laps."

He likes the aggressive spark the junior skater has, even if he seems to lack the control he'll need to succeed at the next level. Still, he's quick, and he's observant, so Victor turns his attention back to him as he switches arms, feeling the tug of the stretch in his triceps and deltoid. "You better get started if you want to have time left to practice after! If you can still breathe, that is."