Viktor stood in his dimly lit bedroom, the towel still wrapped around his waist.
"Viktor! My man!" Nathan's voice burst through, loud and overly familiar, like they were old friends catching up after a night out. "It's been forever! How are you holding up?"
Viktor rolled his eyes, his tone flat. "What do you want, Nathan? It's late."
"Late? Come on, it's barely midnight!" Nathan laughed, the sound grating on Viktor's nerves. "Guess who's coming back to the country? You get one guess."
Viktor sat on the edge of his bed, his jaw tight. "You've got twenty seconds to say something worth hearing, or I'm hanging up."
Nathan chuckled, undeterred by Viktor's coldness. "Alright, alright, chill. I'm flying back in two days for some big test my dad's making me take. Not thrilled about it, but I figured I'd hit you up while I'm here. You know, catch up, grab a drink, talk about old times."
Viktor's grip on the phone tightened, his voice low. "I'm not interested, Nathan. You know that."
