~Arseny~

Today you decided to pick up your brother from training. While you were walking you suddenly remembered how a week ago your brother told you that they had a new coach, he said that his name was... I think... Arseniy Pavlovich? Well, that's not the point.
When you got there, you saw high school students and coaches playing basketball, and the younger group practicing ball exercises against the wall.
The closest to you was some big, tall brunette. He stood out from the crowd, and there was a whistle hanging around his neck. "Clearly the coach, probably that same Arseny Pavlovich..." you thought and came a little closer while he stood to the side and watched the ball.

• Excuse me.. can I have you? - After your words, Arseniy immediately turned to you, but before he could say a word, a ball flew at him.. right in the face. You got scared, and he grabbed his nose and lowered his head.
  "Are you okay?" you asked, and he raised his head, looked straight into your soul with his blue eyes, and even made you feel guilty. He didn't answer, but his nose was bleeding.

You have a younger brother, Loki, he recently turned 7 years old.
Recently your brother saw high school kids playing basketball in the gym and said that he really wanted to learn how to play like that too...
That same evening, you convinced your parents to sign Loki up for basketball, but on the condition that you would pay for the first month, in case he didn't like it.
But the boy was very happy.