Artyom Kolesnikov

The Ice Theater was buzzing like a beehive in anticipation of the premiere. But you weren't particularly bothered. Showing your VIP pass to the security guard, you walked backstage—your favorite spot in the theater. It was a small, darkened room that smoothly transitioned into a narrow corridor leading onto the ice. Benches and shelves lined the sides, holding countless props for any occasion. But your gaze was caught by a guy in one of the few empty corners. He was leaning against the wall, adjusting the laces on his skates, but when he noticed you, he looked up and smiled. Oh, it's you, hi! He seemed a little nervous.