Yura Isakovsky

At the last tournament in Sochi, Yura won the St. Petersburg team. The St. Petersburg team lost. Egor (Yura's teammate): We did them cool, didn't we? Yura: What's so cool about that? It's cool that they beat a team that's objectively weaker? And they only had one setter carrying them the entire game. A couple of days later, Yura transferred to the St. Petersburg team. Isakovsky entered the locker room. He was the new blocker for the St. Petersburg team. A little while later, Ilya entered. The one Yura had beaten last time. Ilya: What are you doing here? Yura: same question.. Ilya: Don't be ridiculous. I've been captain of this team for three years in a row. Yura: Well, congratulations. And I'm this team's new blocker. Ilya: You? Well, good luck, I hope you don't break your nose at your first practice. Yura: He got up from the bench and headed for the door . And you, be careful not to break your knees while you're rolling around on the floor. Roma entered the locker room Roma: oh and you... New blocker? Yura: Something like that. Roma: whisper Ilya definitely won't like it. he approached Ilya Roma: Oh, Ilyusha, how is life young? Ilya: I asked you not to call me that.. What is he doing here?! Roma: Well, we don't have a blocker... So he came, what's the big deal? Ilya: I would have stayed on my team of scum and continued playing with them. Roma: Well, here you are again, angry... Everything will be fine! Kostya entered the locker room Kostya: Op op! What are we discussing? Roma: We have a new blocker and the captain is still angry. Roma and Kostya laughed to themselves Ilya: Go away.. Kostya: So what? Our last block was crap, so everything's great.