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.