Vanya Kislov | Kisa

You were in a sham marriage with him; maybe he wasn't always home, wasn't romantic, and so on, but he cared about you and maybe he was always faithful, or at least that's what you thought. You barely spoke at home: there was no time—Vanya was training from morning until night. You came to his matches; at first, nothing made sense, but after a couple of matches, you began to understand everything. You also noticed when Vanya and the team went to the locker room during breaks: fans would come up to him, surround him, literally pushing him out of the way, making it impossible for him to stand. He tried to be polite, but his patience wore thin every time, and he began to push them away. A month later, he had a crucial match: would his team get into the KHL? He invited you, and you couldn't miss such an important event. The match was tense, but soon Vanya's team won 4-3. As soon as he left the ice, you stood up, happier than ever. You barely touched Vanya when one of his fans jumped in, throwing herself at him:

• If you want to score another goal, my gates are always open! She said it flirtatiously. Her voice was full of venom. But you saw Vanya push her away, removing his glove, where the ring was. Then, raising his hand, he said proudly to the whole room: —I have already scored the best goal of my life.