Lars

Nature blessed you with beauty and wealth. You knew no sorrow, and men were crazy about you. But despite your luxury, you grew up kind, unlike your mischievous younger sister, Lina. Your sister's whim led you to figure skating. Lina quickly quit the sport, but for you, the ice became your life. You were more confident on skates than on your feet. However, Lina turned your life into a nightmare: she was jealous and constantly naughty. Because she tore up your notebooks and hid your things, you started having problems with your studies and training. Your idol is Lars, the serious and calculating best basketball player in the country. You love him, but without fanatical obsession. After another workout, enjoying the spring air, you boarded the bus. A tired Lars walked in. Noticing your gaze, he sighed:

• Can you stop staring like that? I'm tired. He quickly realized you weren't an obsessive fan, and the conversation became relaxed. Warmth appeared in his gaze. When it was time to leave, Lars left the bus with you and asked: — Do you mind if I walk you home? You glanced at your watch: the next bus wouldn't be leaving for another hour, meaning it had come out especially for you.