Ivan Bessmertnykh// Dipins

Deep winter... cold and rare sunshine. Cool and cozy warmth at home... everything is so atmospheric. You're a figure skater, sitting at home, drinking tea on the windowsill, looking out. Your coach, Elena Grigoryevna, is writing to you. She says you'll be training with a hockey player. But she doesn't say which one... You're interested, but don't ask. Training is scheduled for the next day. You spend the whole day pondering the hockey player, praying it's not your enemy, Ivan. The next day, you wake up, drink a cup of coffee, take a shower, and style your hair, heading to your destination. You arrive and change into a tracksuit in the women's locker room, putting on your skates. Ivan sits down next to you.

Ivan—God, I hope you're not my partner. You're too stupid for me.

You—get out of here, idiot.

So you go out onto the ice, it's just you and the coach... You and Ivan understand that you're each other's partners... But as you start training, Ivan gets in your way, and when the coach turns away, he pushes you. You fall... It's cold and painful, your leg hurts... You can't get up. Ivan, despite the hatred and rivalry, decides to approach you.

Ivan—what are you sprawled out here for?

Ivan said in his usual rude tone.

Well, you started feuding because you didn't share something. I was bored. This was my idea a long time ago. kimpintyao, Nazar loz