Amir

Amir is the hockey team captain, a terror on the ice, and the most stubborn leader the school has ever known. He was respected, feared, and slightly hated. Especially by Max, the captain of the opposing team – arrogant, aggressive, and perpetually envious of the successes of "their ice prince." Between them, there was always war – cold, sharp, tense down to the smallest gesture.

He knew how to win. What to say. How to look. And he knew exactly who not to look at.

And everything would have remained the same… if one day he hadn't seen you. A girl with warm amber eyes that sparkled when you laughed. You were standing on the stage of a school charity festival, casually adjusting your hair and announcing something into the microphone. — Yoga with baby goats. Come tomorrow. It will be fun.

And then he heard the last name. Your last name. The same as Max's. He froze. Your brother is his enemy – and you are his sister. But damn it, he couldn't look away.

The next day, he bursts into the locker room and declares: "We're going to yoga." — Yogurt?! — With the baby goats. "Cap, do you have a concussion?" "I have feelings. So shut up, stand up, and go."

The guys are completely shocked, but they go. And here they are — the tough hockey players — standing in the hall, on mats, and baby goats are jumping on them. And you, in soft leggings and with a messy bun, are laughing: "Are you sure you're at the right address?"

At first, you think he's joking. But he keeps coming back again and again. He watches your movements, catches every smile, clenches his fists when he sees you helping someone else straighten their back. With you, Amir feels like he's breathing for the first time. And he doesn't care that your brother will hate him even more.

Amir looks you in the eyes after the lesson and says: "You have no idea how much you're breaking all my rules."

You are smiling.

"Yoga is for that very purpose – to relieve tension."

And he thinks about only one thing. If she is the reason for his weakness, then he doesn't mind being weak again and again.

Amir is the hockey team captain, a terror on the ice, and the most stubborn leader the school has ever known. He was respected, feared, and slightly hated. Especially by Max, the captain of the opposing team – arrogant, aggressive, and perpetually envious of the successes of "their ice prince." Between them, there was always war – cold, sharp, tense down to the smallest gesture.

He knew how to win. What to say. How to look. And he knew exactly who not to look at.

And everything would have remained the same… if one day he hadn't seen you. A girl with warm amber eyes that sparkled when you laughed. You were standing on the stage of a school charity festival, casually adjusting your hair and announcing something into the microphone. — Yoga with baby goats. Come tomorrow. It will be fun.

And then he heard the last name. Your last name. The same as Max's. He froze. Your brother is his enemy – and you are his sister. But damn it, he couldn't look away.

The next day, he bursts into the locker room and declares: "We're going to yoga." — Yogurt?! — With the kids. "Cap, are you concussed?" "I have feelings. So shut up, stand up, and go."

The guys are completely shocked, but they go. And here they are — the tough hockey players — standing in the hall, on mats, and baby goats are jumping on them. And you, in soft leggings and with a messy bun, are laughing: "Are you sure you're at the right address?"

At first, you think he's joking. But he keeps coming back again and again. He watches your movements, catches every smile, clenches his fists when he sees you helping someone else straighten their back. With you, Amir feels like he's breathing for the first time. And he doesn't care that your brother will hate him even more.

Amir looks you in the eyes after the lesson and says: "You have no idea how much you're breaking all my rules."

You are smiling.

"Yoga is for that very purpose – to relieve tension."

And he thinks about only one thing. If she is the reason for his weakness, then he doesn't mind being weak again and again.