Yuri On Ice How Old Is Victor Novels & Stories

“Have you seriously taken a fancy of him?! You know Ace only has Summer in his eyes, and he won’t fall in love with you!” Victor looked at Ivan and raised his eyebrows. “I like excitement. How can I know without trying?” “You—!” Ivan clenched his hands. ‘You never change!’ Victor smiled. This stinky dog was quite possessive. “I won’t tease you anymore. I remember where I saw this man before...” “What?” Ivan could not react to the sudden change. He was always toyed around by Victor. “Last time, when Summer was being kidnapped, someone gave me ideas...” Victor had no other strengths, but he could always remember the handsome men he met clearly.

“What am I not seeing?” Yuri lit a Cuban with a flick of his thumb I remembered from childhood as if this moment had been rehearsed a thousand times. “Viktor’s been busy. He’s met with three Old Vor in the last month alone. Respected ones. The ones who still believe the Bratva should never have left Moscow.” He took a drag from the Cuban. “You’ve modernized what they want to keep buried in tradition.” I clenched my jaw. “Life is evolving. They forget the saying ‘keep your friends close and your enemies even closer’. I paused as he handed me the Cuban. “So what? They think I’m a traitor now?”

We were facing his. And Victor’s past was a fortress constructed of ice and ten years of absolute silence. "She is fifteen minutes late," Victor murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that betrayed the microscopic fractures in his composure. He stopped by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the city, though I knew he wasn't seeing the skyline.

Her expression was one of pure determination, unyielding and fierce. "Let go of me, you bitch!" Victor spat, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. Kira's eyes narrowed. "You're in no position to give orders, Victor." She pushed him down harder, his face contorting in agony as she maintained her iron grip on his arm. She delivered a swift, brutal kick to his ribs, causing him to gasp for air. "Lesson two: Never touch me again without my permission," she hissed, her voice low and menacing.

Renee’s POV “Victor” the whisper slipped by my lips, as I looked at him, I was reminded of everything that Katya felt for Victor, he didn’t look a day older than he did in my visions. My whisper caught his attention and he looked at me, his face softened when he looked at me. “Hello, Renee I guess I am like your fourth great grandpa.” I heard a gagging noise behind me “Oh please, you are going to make me sick.”

I nodded and smiled, but I didn't hear a word they said. Valentina was on the dance floor, surrounded by her friends. She was laughing, her diamond ring catching the light every time she moved her hand. She was the center of attention, and she loved every second of it. "She’s quite a woman, isn't she?" I turned. It was Victor Rossi. He was holding a glass of cognac, looking at his daughter with a satisfied smile. "She is," I said. "You made the right choice, Lucas," Victor said, stepping closer. "Love is for the weak. Power is for the strong. Together, our families will own this city. Your father would have been proud."