Ilya Koryakov MZLFF

(Mazeikas)
(Tgk:Go_to_the_garden3)
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The sun was setting, bathing the gym in a soft orange light. It was the last period of the day—physical education. Denis, excused from classes, watched the volleyball game from a bench against the wall. Every jump, every hit echoed in the spacious gym.
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Suddenly the whistle blew, signaling the end of the half. Out of breath, Ilya, his best friend, ran to the bench. His face was red, his hair disheveled. He greedily grabbed his bottle of water, took a few long gulps, and handed it to Denis.
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• Here you go.
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  Ilya wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
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• Now I'll show them how to play!
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  A slight smile appeared on Denis's lips. He took the bottle but didn't drink.
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• Yeah, do them!
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  He teased his friend.
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  – Show me your class.
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  Another whistle blew, calling the players onto the court. Ilya spun around, ready for battle, and stood up to serve. Swing, serve! The ball soared into the air and, arcing, landed deftly in the opponents' blind spot, eliciting a roar of approval from the crowd. Ilya grinned triumphantly. The game continued, full of excitement and athletic tension.
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  (From now on, you're on Denis's side.)