Morozov Private Manor
"Viktor, you're even more handsome than the pictures your mother sent us." Irina's sister, Ksenia, said in Russian, patting the ice Prince on his shoulder. "All the ladies must be swarming around you."
Viktor shrank away from her touch thanks to that last part.
One glance at his mother put an end to that convo quickly.
"Viktor… likes men," Irina said as naturally as possible, fingers clinking against her glass.
The extended family was a bit larger than even Viktor expected.
First there were his uncle and aunt—Konstantin and Ksenia.
Konstantin, also called Kostya, was the middle child. He had light brown hair and a moustache, standing at around six feet. Then there was his wife, Yelena and their three children: Mikhail and the notorious twin girls Viktor hung around last time.
