[Yuri stands stock-still in the hall watching Victor talking to the police, rather intimidated by the look of the men. He squeezes the ends of the towel around his shoulders and nods at them, stepping forward to give them any remaining information they needed, with Victor playing the go-between as he explained what he needed. He'd have to stay in the country in the meantime, as he already knew, while they attempted to track down whether any of his cards or identification had been used since being stolen. He bowed once more after they'd finished writing down at least his online contact, knowing he could at the very least receive email updates as long as he had access to Victor's computer.

When they're gone, Yuri slumps over on the sofa he'd settled into over the course of the questioning, settling his towel over his face.]