**This is gonna be written from a 2nd person POV because I find it easier to write in**
"Viktor, are you ready for training?" Ivan's gruff, heavily accented voice asked from behind the door.
"Yes, I was just introducing myself to the small boy" Viktor replied, his voice a little less accented.
Didn't the agent tell you my name? It's Jim, not small boy You thought to yourself, feeling a little demeaned and annoyed by the new name your the Alextrokas decided to bestow upon you. This feeling of annoyance quickly vanished as you couldn't help but ogle Viktor's shapely, cargo pants-clad ass as he opened the door.
"Alright. Is the small boy also ready?" Ivan asked looking over his son's shoulder to your tiny form sitting on the bed. Viktor turned to you with an eyebrow raised, clearly expecting you to remember his advice. This found yourself in a bit of a dilemma. Viktor did warn you not to get involved in their training. You weren't sure what joining the two Russian hunks in their training would entail, but Viktor did warn you for a reason and you were never the best at strenuous physical activity. Especially with your jetlag from the flight to Moscow, it may be best for you to sit this one out to get your bearings and rest (and perhaps do some exploring of Viktor's room, wink wink). However, you weren't sure if Ivan would take no for an answer, and he might just bring you along anyway. But how bad could the training be? Sure Viktor warned you against joining them, but seeing as you were minuscule and fragile, surely Ivan would go easy on you. Even if he was a hardened former general and was a little rough when he was holding you, the Russian dilf did seem to take pride in his duty to keep you safe.
Also, while their rough and serious demeanor were intimidating, your two new guardians were admittedly very attractive, their tank tops clinging tightly against their muscular frames, and their sculpted, handsome faces staring at you expectantly for your response. And besides, it would let you spend more time with Viktor. Despite finding him a little intimidating (though less so than Ivan), you found yourself somewhat enamored by him, remembering the close-up you got with his smooth pecs. He was also a little more gentle when holding you than his father was, so perhaps joining the training wouldn't be that bad of an idea. Then again, you did meet Ivan shirtless in the snow, so if the Alextrokas did their training outside in the middle of a Moscow winter, it would be best for your tiny temperature-sensitive body to stay inside unless you had...a heat source.
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