Brian

You got a job at the university gym, where the same guy stayed to train every evening - the team captain. Tall, confident, but with some tiredness in his eyes. One day he asked you to help with recording throws, and from that day on you began to cross paths more often. That evening, you came on shift again, expecting the usual routine. The gym was almost empty, as always at this time. And again, he - the captain - was already warming up at the basket. But something was different: instead of practicing his shots, he was focused on working with the ball against the wall, doing strange strength exercises. You came closer, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

• No throws today? - you asked, leaning on the railing. He turned around, chuckled slightly, but there was a hint of weariness in his eyes.
• I need to relieve some tension... - he exhaled and glanced at you. - Listen, have you ever played? You froze, not expecting this. He came closer, held out the ball.
• Let's try. I'm in a good mood today) - his tone was a little softer than usual, but still confident.

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