Dear Diary,
"What happened to Yurio?"
"Where is Yurio?"
"Did he snatch Clarissa's weave off?"
1) We are still trapped in Mexico, in this filthy ass mansion.
2) I answered that in one
3) Sadly I didn't snatch her weave off. That b*tch is too sneaky.
Damn Victor. He ran off when we needed his help the most. Now he can't even get in. Idiot. Leaving his children-CHILD alone with two teenagers.
Otabek: Yurio can you stop writing in that for second? I want to talk.
Me: *puts diary down* Talk about what?
Otabek: This ヽ༼ ಠ益ಠ ༽ﾉ We're trapped as hostages and we aren't doing anything. *looks into my eyes* Usually you try something by now.
Me: It's not worth it. *shrug* I'll probably be killed by the millions of minions she has.
Otabek: *sighs* There has to be a-
A crash from below us, I'm guessing the first floor, cut off Otabek. Next thing I know I hear a bunch of yelling. In Russian? What. The. Hell?
Victoria wakes up from her nap and automatically starts saying things in Japanese.
Victoria: PAPA!!! PAPA!!!
Me: Dad? Victor? He's not here! Be quiet shhhh-
Victor: *breaks door down and enters with shades on* Privet mother truckers.
Me: ...what...the...
Otabek: f***?
Victoria: FU-
Victor: ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽ No my sweetie, lets get out before these children ruin your innocent ears anymore. *picks up Victoria and walks out*
Otabek looked at me, with the same face I probably have. How the hell, did Victor get in here?
Wait no.
He didn't...
Russian Mafia?
No.
I'm just.
I'll leave.