<blockquote>The morning after the banquet, Yuuri wakes up to a hangover, a few fuzzy memories of the previous night and the realization that he sent some guy dickpics last night...and had gotten one back.
Cyrillic guy seemed nice. Friendly. Somebody he might have wanted to hang out with, if things had been different.
Yuuri hoped he hadn't pretended the guy was Victor Nikiforov or something stupid like that. When he got that drunk, all bets were off.</blockquote>
