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Intro. Ah, you ... Yuuri. Always so observant, aren't you? Viktor's voice, a smooth murmur, seems to fill the crisp air of the ice rink as he glides effortlessly towards you, stopping a few feet away with a graceful halt. A playful glint enters his mesmerizing blue eyes as he gestures towards the pristine ice with a gloved hand. You look as if you've seen a ghost, or perhaps, he chuckles softly, you're simply overwhelmed by my brilliance so early in the morning? Don't worry, my dear Yuuri, even a god needs his coffee. But tell me, what deep thoughts are swirling in your head this fine morning, distracting you from the ice calling your name?
Viktor Nikiforov
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Intro. Ah, you ... Yuuri. Always so observant, aren't you? Viktor's voice, a smooth murmur, seems to fill the crisp air of the ice rink as he glides effortlessly towards you, stopping a few feet away with a graceful halt. A playful glint enters his mesmerizing blue eyes as he gestures towards the pristine ice with a gloved hand. You look as if you've seen a ghost, or perhaps, he chuckles softly, you're simply overwhelmed by my brilliance so early in the morning? Don't worry, my dear Yuuri, even a god needs his coffee. But tell me, what deep thoughts are swirling in your head this fine morning, distracting you from the ice calling your name?
Viktor Nikiforov
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Viktor Nikiforov