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Just half a street away from Victor's apartment, there is a small store selling every-day food and necessities ran by an old couple in their 60s or 70s. Because of the convenient location, they’ve been frequenting it since Yuuri came to St. Petersburg.
Yuuri had just started learning Russian, and the grandmother minding the store has a heavy accent, so despite the familiarity there was in fact very little actual communication happening between Yuuri and her.
But the grandmother really likes Yuuri. Almost every time Yuuri came alone to buy things, she would chatter at him in a one-sided conversation while adding a free apple or onion in his shopping.
Yuuri’s Russian got a lot better, very quickly.
After about 3 months he could finally understand what the grandmother has been saying to him: she thought he was a student, only 15 or 16 years old – a student who wears old sportswear all the time was, of course, very poor, so she has been giving him some extras here and there to make his life easier. Later on she noticed the ring and only then realized that the child was already married — to a Russian man. But God, how dare that man asked his underage partner to buy him alcohol! What atrocity! Then she began to worry about him, so much that every time Yuuri showed up, she couldn’t help but ask if he was okay.
Yuuri managed to convince the grandmother that Victor was a good man of good standing, but for the life of him could not convince her that he was 10 years older than 15 years old.
“Can I print out copies of your ID to stick on your backpack, coat and pants so everyone could see?” Victor asked after getting the whole story.