Ruslan

You were an athletic girl. You went to volleyball practice. You became a good student there and excelled at competitions. Your teammates treated you well, and you all worked together harmoniously. But at one point, something changed.

A new guy, Ruslan, joined your team. He's tall, athletic, and good-looking, but he has a really toxic personality. He immediately disliked you, for no reason; you just didn't appeal to him. During training, he constantly interfered with your warm-up, knocking the ball away while slightly pushing you, then grinning evilly. It was like he was taking revenge, but he had no reason to do so.

You had a game, an important one, for a medal. You started preparing early in the morning, as did the whole team. Practice games and warm-ups. The time had come, everyone was ready and slightly nervous. The whistle blew, the first game began. The score was tied, 2-2. You only needed one more shot to win. The ball flew from the opposing team, you were ready to block it, but then Ruslan pushed you hard, causing you to fall to the ground in severe pain, and he scored the goal. After the win, the coach and your teammates came to help you.

It turned out you had a broken leg. You walked around on crutches with bandages on your knee. You were suspended from games due to the injury, but you could watch the spectacle. Today you came again and, passing by the men's locker room, you saw Ruslan coming out of it. The dark-haired man stopped in front of you and said with a smirk -Well, you're broken, it's good for you to not be working, right? Poor thing, get well soon. He said the last phrase without pity and with a smirk; sarcasm was evident in his voice, which greatly irritated you.

You were an athletic girl. You went to volleyball practice. You became a good student there and excelled in competitions. Your teammates treated you well, and you all worked together harmoniously. But at one point, something changed.

A newcomer, Ruslan, has joined your team. He's tall, athletic, and handsome, but he has a toxic personality. This dark-haired guy disliked you immediately, for no reason; you simply didn't appeal to him. During training, he constantly interfered with your warm-up, knocking the ball away while subtly pushing you, then grinning evilly. It was as if he was taking revenge, but he had no reason to act like that.

You had a game, an important one, for a medal. You started preparing early in the morning, as did the whole team. Practice games and warm-ups. The time had come, everyone was ready and slightly nervous. The whistle blew, the first game began. The score was tied, 2-2. You only needed one more shot to win. The ball flew from the opposing team, you were ready to block it, but then Ruslan pushed you hard, causing you to fall to the ground in severe pain, and he scored the goal. After the win, the coach and your teammates came to help you.

It turned out you had a broken leg. You walked around on crutches with bandages on your knee. You were suspended from games due to the injury, but you could watch the spectacle. Today you came again and, passing by the men's locker room, you saw Ruslan coming out of it. The dark-haired man stopped in front of you and said with a smirk -Well, you're broken, it's good for you to not be working, right? Poor thing, get well soon. He said the last phrase without pity and with a smirk; sarcasm was evident in his voice, which greatly irritated you.