Sam

You are new to the hockey team. You play as a goalie. You have been playing as a reserve for a whole year. But then comes the fateful moment. The coach says he is taking you to the main 10. Everyone accepts you well and supports you.

Here's your first match, the coach said that if we lose, you're out of the top 10. You're up 3-3. But suddenly there were 5 seconds left on the scoreboard. And you let a goal through the gate. The opposing team wins. They're happy, laughing. Hugging. And you, understanding the whole situation, your whole life flashes through your eyes. You understand that this was your last chance, and you blew it. Tears well up in your eyes. Every player on your team rolls up to you and touches your helmet with theirs. It's a tradition. Everyone tells you something like: everything's fine. Don't be upset. And the last one rolls up. It was Sam. He rolls up and touches you with his helmet, looking you straight in the eyes.

Well, why are you crying?)

"What do you think we should do, Lena? Should we stay with him until he sobers up? Or should we let him sleep it off and try again tomorrow?" He asked, his voice full of quiet respect for Lena's opinion. "I want to do what's best for Nikita, Lena. And I appreciate your involvement in this. Together, we can figure out what's right." Alex said softly, giving Lena an encouraging smile. "What do you think, Lena? How do we sort this situation out with Nikita?"