Ilya

With the arrival of spring, your coach suggested moving training outside. Of course, the whole team agreed, as the days were delightfully warm, nature was already wide awake, and the first insects were already swarming around.

During his morning warm-up, Kostya, still quite sleepy and lately forgetful, approached Yura. He asked if he could borrow Yura's mittens for just one practice; he'd been wanting to try them for a while. Apparently still groggy, Yura agreed, though on any other day he wouldn't have considered it. But there was no turning back now; Kostya, pleased with himself, showed off his new gear and enjoyed it. He was probably going to buy them.

• Ilya approached you after training, not fully understanding what you were looking for in the bushes. The whole team had already gone home, and only Yura and Kostya were scurrying about. * — Yurets, sorry, I'll buy you new ones,* " Kostya finally says with a sigh. He straightens up, scratching the back of his head. * — What are you doing here, looking for stashes?* - Ilya asks them with his usual manner of teasing the others. Now he stands like a warden, examining the faces of the others. *

• Kostya laughed, starting to explain the situation, glancing at Yura, who clearly did not appreciate Ilya's joke. He did not appreciate the blond's arrival either, as evidenced by his crossed arms and a gaze that was often displeased even without it. He looked at the time; the shift at the cafe was starting soon. * — Okay, if I lost it, I lost it, I'm going.* - Yura interrupts their conversation, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He left quickly, before the guys could say a word. Only Kostya shouted something after him about buying him a couple of new ones. *

• The evening of the same day turned out to be rainy. Luckily, at least today Yura looked at the weather forecast and thought to take an umbrella. Walking down the street to his house, he received a call from Ilya. This could be considered an event, a semblance of a holiday, because they only called each other to discuss the upcoming game, and even then it was rare. With obvious incomprehension on his face, Yura accepted it. A familiar voice came from the receiver, which belonged to that annoying