I want to be in your control,

So unmerciful,

You can twist me and turn me just don't let me go.

I want to be your puppet on a string,

Baby I'm not holding back, we can do anything.

And even if I am crazy it's because you've made me this way,

We're as close to love as we'll ever get.

CHAPTER ONE

I hated the cold.

I hated hotel rooms.

And I hated St Petersburg.

Maybe I wasn't really Russian and maybe my parents stole me from another mom and dad rather than birth me 19 years ago. I scoffed at my own remark before getting up from my hotel bed and making my way to the window. My room was 4 stories up but I could still make out all the dimly lit figures on the snow covered street below.

I sighed silently to myself and grasped my almost lukewarm mug of cocoa as I sat by the window, swinging my legs out of sheer boredom. Hotel rooms were becoming too familiar to me, I'd been travelling all over Russia to meet my older brother at skating competitions where he coached a small team. Nothing major league or at least I didn't think it was, skating wasn't overly enrapturing to me. If I could have it my way I'd move to warmer temperatures in a heartbeat.

However I had to support Victor, as negative as I could be he has always been my polar opposite like a ying and yang. My long black hair contrasted his platinum and he loved the limelight while I hated it. Victor was always held high in praise and of course I was proud of him. I'd moved in with Victor's apartment almost 4 years ago just before his first time coaching, when he'd met his now husband through competitions. Ever since I've been following him round the country when he's in Russia but only to save being stuck at home alone, I'd barely met Yuuri besides through photos on Victors cringy Instagram posts.

I reiterate. I really couldn't care for skating and I really couldn't care less for the chill this icy continent had to offer.

Allowing boredom to consume me I grew tired of watching the Russian streets and decided to leave the confinement of the dull hotel room. I dragged my feet to the elevator and pressed the button to call it before grabbing my earphones for my phone out of my back pocket. The ding of the elevator door opening chimed and before I'd connected the wire to my phone a male figure abruptly shoved past me upon exiting he elevator. In a panicked flurry I watched my phone launch into the air infront of me and almost in slow motion cascade onto the floor infront of me.

Great, just what I needed. I grabbed my now cracked smartphone and turned to see a tall, slender figure dressed in leopard print storming off down the hotel hallway.

"HEY COME BACK HERE AND APOLOGISE." My feet acted on their own accord and I chased them almost in a frenzy. "DO YOU HAVE NO MANNERS?!"

I didn't think they'd stop so fast but they did and they turned to scowl at me coldly.

"How about next time you try and look where you're going, idiot."

"YOU barged into ME!"

It took me a lot of self control to not plant my fist into this chiselled man's jaw and I could feel my cheeks turn crimson from the rage bubbling out of me. His face was shrouded in light golden hair and on top of that the hood from his leopard print jacket was up too. If he wanted to look intimidating, he was completely nailing it.

I sighed in defeat. This Russian punk wasn't getting the best of me and I turned to walk back to the elevator, pushing my phone into my back pocket.

"Whatever, I'll ask Victor to sort it on his travel insurance-"

I didn't realise I was speaking my thoughts out loud but it seemed to peak the Russian's interest.

"Victor?"

Of course I ignored him, an uptight stranger with zero manners whatsoever.

"Hey!"

I stepped in the elevator and the door closed before I could hear whatever profanities the resident phone breaker had to exclaim.

As I rode the descent down to the foyer I sent Victor a surely illegible text asking to meet me. I sighed once again, closed my eyes and leaned back onto the elevator railing until it came to a slow stop on the ground floor.

The door slowly opened and I took a steady breath in as I stepped forward to leave.

"VEGA, DAVAIII!"

My brother was never subtle and I was sure he hadn't got the clue of the word's definition. If you were to look it up you would never see 'Victor' written under it.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest but I was happy to see Victor nonetheless. The man almost blushing next to the waving, heart-mouthed Russian I deduced to be Yuuri, his expression almost mimicked the posts of him I'd seen on Instagram. Victor hugged me tightly as he always did and led the three of us to a bar locally to unwind. I'd already made Victor swear to remain fully clothed at all times before we ordered in our first round of drinks and before I knew it out came Victor's phone as he grabbed his husband to take yet more selfies for his online profile. I couldn't help but laugh, I might be a complete negative contrast to my colourful (in many ways..) brother but he effortlessly brought a smile to my face and it was one of the reasons I could tolerate his flamboyant ways. Yuuri modestly went along with the photos, I'd noticed he also covertly kept buttoning Victors shirt back up when it somehow found its way trying to escape.

"VEGA! Let me post a photo with my little sisterrr!"

My face went white instantly and before I could escape Victor had wrapped his arm around me and his front facing camera almost inches away from my face and much to my flailing efforts possibly the most unflattering photo of the both of us was uploaded to his popular social media account with the hashtag #familyphoto and my own profile name.

I cringed and I could already imagine the comments regarding "Victor Nikifurov's weirdo sister" flooding in. Suddenly I was thankful for the almost unreadable screen on my own smartphone.

Before any of us were aware of it, the AM creeped in and we stumbled back to the hotel. Victor insisted on giving us his best rendition of the Russian national anthem but of course none of the words were coherent and given his flamboyancy his arms flailed in every which direction as both Yuuri and I tried to get him into the elevator with a little commotion as possible. My floor was first, I exited the elevator wishing Yuuri all the luck in the world to getting Victor into their room within the next hour. The elevator doors closed behind me and I could still hear Victor's alcohol induced opera as it ascended. I couldn't fight the smile from my face but I also couldn't fight the tiredness creeping in as I walked the hallway to my own room.

I changed sloppily into something comfortable to sleep in and cocooned myself into the bed sheets. I picked my phone up and I squinted as the sharp light illuminated my face, of course I could hardly make out the notifications but of course they were all regarding Victor's Instagram post.

I felt a tinge of nausea and I wasn't sure if it was from reaching my own limit with alcohol or from the photo comments.

"Victor Nikifurov's sister?! They look nothing alike!

Victor I wish I was your sister!

Your sister is cute!

I love you Victorrrr!

Marry me Vic-chan!

Davai!"

To name a few. I scrolled through the comments and cringed at the people who started following me. One name caught my eye:

yuriplisetskyofficial started following you

I recognised the name but it wasn't until I clicked on their profile that I realised who it was.

This was the jerk who bumped into me in the hallway and the guy who ignorantly made me break the phone in my hands. I scrolled through his arrogant posts, all trending to be selfies or pictures of tacky fashion thrown in with the odd photo what I could assume was his cat, although I found it hard to believe a jerk like that had a fondness for pets.

Maybe he hadn't put two and two together and figured out who I was from earlier so I ignored it, turned my phone into silent and let myself drift off into sleep.