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[viktorymaker]

Note: Viktor has been dropped from Recollé.
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Viktor Nikiforov

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[prometheanflame]

[Mohammed arrives at the dance studio - sorry Dance!!!! Studio - that Saturday in the early afternoon. At the front desk, he mentions that he's a friend of Victor's, and he's expected today. The receptionist nods, turns to the phone, and calls Viktor that he has a guest at the front, name is Mohammed Hefaz.]

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[viktorymaker]

[ Yes, thank you that very important correction! Viktor comes down the stairs, and Mohammed can hear a dog's bark from behind a door as he does. ]

Not now, Makkachin! Wait for a bit longer, OK?

[ That being said, he looks at Mohammed as he approaches, and smiles. He remembers his face from the app (he always checks-- that's what being a secret spy does to you). ]

Hi! Glad you could make it. [ He holds out his hand for a handshake, even though his demeanor is way too casual for that. He's also wearing dancewear, a shirt and shorts. He clearly was working out, but somehow he's almost sparkling? Ah, when OOC narration is partial to you. ] Nice to meet you. I'm Viktor, but you knew that, right?

[prometheanflame]

[Victor, a spy? ...Mohammed could believe that, considering that Recolle is turning into a sci-fi mystery drama. The sparking feels almost supernatural, and he's not sure how to react to the overt friendliness.

He takes his hand and initiates the shaking. You can't dance all over him, Russian.]

I remember our game. And, ah, do you teach classes here?

[viktorymaker]

[ It's not like anyone knows about this, except for Yuuri! He doesn't exactly advertise it. In fact, he wants out, but it's not as simple as getting on a plane and flying out incognito to hide in a rural town, haha. He shakes Mohammed's hand like normal (no need to shake it too hard, he has delicate hands!). ]

I do. I'm also in charge of all the other dance instructors and keeping this place running.

[ He turns around, leading the way! They won't be going very far, just walking down a corridor until they get to the second door on the right. ]

Come, I'll show you where the jump rope is. Are you borrowing one, or do you still need to fill that slot?

[prometheanflame]

I still need to fill it, but I can do it here. [He follows Viktor up to the door.] Would I have to sign for that, or are you making a special exception?

[He knows that most gyms require portable equipment to be restrained for use in only one room, but dance studios are more strict that your average gym. For all anyone knows, dancers can tell when their things have been used and would ask who has been borrowing their equipment.]

[viktorymaker]

[ He shrugs. Like anyone would complain about something like this to his face-- he's of the opinion that everyone who's serious enough should buy and bring their own. ]

It's fine, you said you had to jump rope with someone so I'll be there anyway.

[ He goes inside the room. There's a mirror, a barre, the works! Feel free to handwave anything you like about this room to make as suitable as necessary. Viktor walks to the corner of the room to get that, then hands Mohammed a jump rope when he's back.]

Here you go. Do you need someone else to jump with, or just to be present while you do?

[prometheanflame]

[Mohammed has only seen dance practice rooms in movies, which he had assumed over exaggerated reality, but this certainly lives up to the glamorous Hollywood image.]

I...yes. [Give him a moment to admire the scenery while he takes his rope and uncoils it.] I need to jump with at least one other person. Why don't we turn it into an exercise routine, then?