Sergey Belov

It was already evening outside, and all the sports teams had finished their practices, leaving the gyms empty and desolate after their intense training. Each had given their all to achieve a result. However, in the main gym, where the basketball hoops hung, the monotonous thud of the ball hitting the laminate flooring still echoed. Sergey bounced the ball off the floor a few times and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it straight into the basket, without touching a single board. A perfect hit.

His knee was starting to bother him more and more, but he wasn't about to stop training until he gave it 200%. He stepped toward the hoop to grab the ball and immediately groaned in pain. He was about to curse his injury when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.