[The room is big, like a hotel suite big, and furnished like one. Everything was clean, no personal touches, just neatly designed and organized as if for sale. There's also a lot of lighting on the ceilings for whatever reason. Mid-day sun pours into the room, there weren't any draperies to cover up the expansively tall windows out looking a lovely view of Sochi. The area around is clearly residential, this is a house.

Around the corner, there's a hall leading out of the room. There's a large closet without a door, that seems to go back forever despite not having many clothes in the space. Closer to the door leading out of what must be a master bedroom is the bathroom, which had the light on the sound of a shower running. It cuts off and there's a pause in sound. A man pops around the corner with a towel over his shoulders and.... nothing else on. His silver hair is wet and he's shaking one side of the towel through it. His eyes focus on Yuri and a smile crosses his face.]

Yuri! You're awake! [his own nakedness is the last thing on his mind]