Yuri jerked, then flailed his hands at Yurio as he hissed at him to shush, just, shhh! His face was scarlet as he scrabbled in one of the spring's lockers, dragging his phone out of the folds of his clothes. It wouldn't be in focus when he attempted to take the picture, but he still had to try, still had to see.

After tapping blindly and taking a couple of different pictures without turning around for Yurio to see his back for himself, Yuri squinted and brought his screen close, just staring for several very long, uncomfortable seconds.

It was blurry, but still obvious: more Russian letters, written out vertically down the center of a design like the sort of stylized tribal tiger that bodybuilders would get to show off how manly they were. It looked so terribly out of place there on him, but there it was. He continued to squint at it, then pointed at Yurio. "You, tell me what it says!" Then he wheeled around on the spot. Surely he'd be able to explain once he saw his own name written out stark.