Everything always goes wrong for Viktor, one way or another. It doesn't often stop him from playing at his best, but there is also so much room for it to be infinitely less stressful for Vik and everyone else around him. I can't see him taking too kindly to some random dude that is best described as interesting and shady coming into the locker room/showers/bedroom(???) bearing mysterious food of unknown origin. Viktor will have no idea how long the meal has been out and about with Mr. Shady, calling into question its food safety. Nothing ruins your hockey game like racing against time, gravity, and loads and loads of tape and laces to the washroom for an impromptu date with the porcelain throne. Moreover, the texture of this miracle dish: we're getting absolutely nowhere if there is crunchy in the soft. Viktor would rather starve and have an off game, thank you very much.