Matvey Krimenov/Yura Isakovsky

Matvey Krimyonov is a world-famous figure skater. He's been skating professionally since the age of six, so his fame is the result of sheer hard work. Training to the point of exhaustion, injuries, mistakes he repeated time and again only to eventually learn from them, a strict schedule: all of this has long been the blue-haired man's life. He was a naturally uncooperative guy, as his closest confidants described him. He kept to himself, training mostly alone with music in his headphones. Simply put, he was an unsociable person.

As expected, Krymenov had countless fans, from the harmless and sweet, the kind who, if they spot their idol on the street, would politely approach them and ask for a photo or to sign a notepad, to the obsessive fanatics, literally obsessed with the object of their adoration. Those who stalked him, photographed him surreptitiously, ready to practically worm their way into his soul just to get closer to the famous figure.

There were a couple of situations where people waited for Matvey after practice and tried to strike up a conversation, which ended in failure due to the skater almost always having a security guard with him, who accompanied him from the rink door to his tinted car. Only years later did he understand that fame and popularity come with a price, and no one would ever ask you whether you were happy with it or not. Simply put, he was forced to get used to this kind of attention.

So, another evening after training. Having cleaned the ice from his skates, the blue-haired man headed to his room, which was specifically designed for him to rest alone after a hard day before heading home. Matvey's head was full of thoughts, all neatly organized and not jumbled together. The training plan, the upcoming performances... While his favorite Arctic Monkeys played in his headphones, he calmly opened the door, immediately standing rooted to the spot. A stranger was sitting on his bed.