"No more than normal," Viktor said with a faint grin, not wanting to get Orla in trouble. She was a top rate player, and he considered her a friend of sorts, as much as he could with someone he was in charge of. It made for a lonely position sometimes. "I think we do. She is a good voman, and I think, a friend." Impetuous at times, but that would temper with more experience.
"Improving is a vord for it, da," he said, voice full of amusement. "They are much better than they vere." Which showed in where they'd been ranked before their two week down time. That was a little unfortunate. "Ha da, ven you are not focussed, bludgers do take advantage." He and Mikhail had always been terribly careful to keep such distractions distinctly off the field. He felt a pang -- after all this time, he still missed him, even though they had not been a couple at the time of Mikhail's death, and hadn't for some time.
Viktor grinned and shrugged faintly. "Me? There is very little I am vanting, I think." Hermione seemed like a very distant hope and dream, as always; he can't say he'd completely given up, but he knew it wasn't something to hold out for right now either. "I haff a healthy family and a good team. There is not much more to be vanting, except perhaps for my ex-vife to stay far away, and she is doing that right now, so I cannot be complaining too much."