[Yuri lingers outside of Victor's attention for a bit after hanging up his suit, watching the man with his dog. It's adorable, really. When Makkachin's attention turns to him, he chuckles quietly and kneels to scratch under the dog's ears briefly, explaining that they needed to go get groceries but that they'd be back inside in a minute.

Within moments of setting foot outside, he wishes he hadn't, gritting his teeth at the cold immediately seeping into his pants. Russian winters are surely the worst.]