JJ had been having a not-so-good time recently. After everything had happened with Yuri, Isabella had figured out something had happened. They fought about it, talked, then had decided to spend some time apart, take a break away from one another. He didn't blame her for wanting it. He'd feel the same way if it happened to him.

Still, it meant he could spend some time taking a break and training. He'd do a little traveling.

It was how he ended up in Russia.

That, and he still had Yuri's shirt. Now, it had been washed.

He bust into the rank, interrupting what looked to be some moment between Yuri and Otabek training, and he shouted.

"Yuri!" his voice was loud. "I have your shirt, still!"