PLEASE LET US READ THE CUT SCENE, I LIVE FOR EXTRA WORDS
Ahahahaha okay on your head be it
Dr Ieda was Yuri’s own endocrinologist, and Yuri had begged her practically on his knees to fit Victor in after his disaster of a rut. Victor would be more grateful, but he can’t meet her eyes without his own eyes watering.
It’s very clear she’s not impressed with him, at all.
“So, Mr Nikiforov,” she says. Her English is quite good, so Victor hadn’t even been able to beg Yuri to come with him as a translator. He’d thought about begging him anyway, but Yuri had picked up a four year old tourist magazine with an air of finality when Victor’s name had been called. Victor, defeated, had slunk to the physician’s assistant alone, and allowed himself to be measured and weighed, and ordered to pee in a cup and lightened by several vial’s-worth of blood.
Now he’s sitting on a cold pleather examination couch in a paper gown that barely reaches his thighs, let alone covers his ass, being stared down by a lady twice his age and half his size.
Dr Ieda looked down at his paperwork, the list of reported medications and his lab work, and then at Victor. “This is the strangest mix of mood stabilizers and hormonal birth control I’ve ever seen, Mr Nikiforov.” She tapped at a level on the page. “I hope you understand I’m putting you on a lot of vitamin D.”
“Also,” she continues ruthlessly, “I’m not sure who your doctor was in Russia, but I question the effectiveness of this birth control. I haven’t prescribed it for alphas for quite some time, actually.”
Victor says, “Uh.”
It’s not that Victor doesn’t trust his endocrinologist in Russia to handle his birth control, because his endocrinologist in Russia is very highly paid, trained in several foreign countries, and knows which side his bread is buttered on – but he also doesn’t trust the skating federation to not put pressure on him. Victor is very aware that the glory of Russia depends on generations of athletes.
Victor went abroad and had a reversible vasectomy, which he paid for in cash, because Victor isn’t an idiot.
“I’m sure you understand how lucky you are,” she says. “An unsuppressed rut after going off this many medications could have ended up very badly. I’m surprised your other doctor agreed to let you go off so quickly.”
Victor looked at the floor.