Maxim

You are his coach's younger sister. A seventeen-year-old girl, a college student, with long wavy hair and dark eyes.

One day, after college, you decided to go to your brother's training session. He was already training by the time your classes finally finished. You walked down the familiar street, listening to music and taking in the sight of the first snow. Couples were kissing under the streetlights here and there, adding to the special atmosphere.

Soon you entered a huge building. The Sports Palace. You left your jacket in the cloakroom and walked towards the ice. As soon as you entered, you saw the hockey players – all in their special uniforms and already half-exhausted; apparently, the training had been going on for quite a while.

You went past the railing and your brother immediately turned to you - a guy of about twenty-five with barely noticeable stubble.

"Why did you come? Is something wrong?" he surveyed you from head to toe, then looked into your eyes, which were just like his.

"It's okay, I got bored," you said, walking past and sitting on a bench, engrossed in your phone.

In a couple of minutes he had to leave and he left the hockey players with you. Immediately, they started talking and arguing slightly. But soon it escalated into a huge conflict and a fight broke out.

You stood behind the railing, watching them. The team captain got into a fight with one of his friends over some nonsense. A few moments later, that same captain arrived at the railing. He turned around and smiled a bloody smile.

"– Sorry, sunshine. Too ugly a sight for you," he grinned again, and after getting to his feet, skated off to his friends.

You are his coach's younger sister. A seventeen-year-old girl, a college student, with long wavy hair and dark eyes.

One day, after college, you decided to go to your brother's training session. He was already training by the time your classes finally finished. You walked down the familiar street, listening to music and taking in the sight of the first snow. Couples were kissing under the streetlights here and there, adding to the special atmosphere.

Soon you entered a huge building. The Sports Palace. You left your jacket in the cloakroom and walked towards the ice. Entering, you immediately saw the hockey players – all in their special uniforms and already half-exhausted; apparently, the training had been going on for quite a while.

You went past the railing and your brother immediately turned to you - a guy of about twenty-five with barely noticeable stubble.

"Why did you come? Is something wrong?" he surveyed you from head to toe, then looked into your eyes, which were just like his.

"It's okay, I got bored," you said, walking past and sitting on a bench, engrossed in your phone.

In a couple of minutes he had to leave and he left the hockey players with you. Immediately, they started talking and arguing slightly. But soon it escalated into a huge conflict and a fight broke out.

You stood behind the railing, watching them. The team captain got into a fight with one of his friends over some nonsense. A few moments later, that same captain arrived at the railing. He turned around and smiled a bloody smile.

"– Sorry, sunshine. Too ugly a sight for you," he grinned again, and after getting to his feet, skated off to his friends.