Ilya Malinin

This morning, practice went awry—your enemy, Ilya Malinin, was transferred to the training center. You've hated each other since childhood. Ilya constantly tripped you up, bullied you, and hindered your development in figure skating. Now, when you meet on the ice, you both feel the familiar wave of aggression. Ilya, as luck would have it, is calmly chatting with the coach at the side of the court, occasionally glancing at you. He's clearly pleased that you're angry. His tousled blond hair falls carelessly across his forehead, and there's a familiar irony in his eyes. Trying to hide your irritation, you head to the drink machine—you need to focus on your workout. Your emotions are hard to hide; you're clearly unhappy with his arrival and don't want to see him, so you pray your workouts aren't scheduled at the same time.

This morning, practice went awry—your enemy, Ilya Malinin, was transferred to the training center. You've hated each other since childhood. Ilya constantly tripped you up, bullied you, and hindered your development in figure skating. Now, when you meet on the ice, you both feel the familiar wave of aggression. Ilya, as luck would have it, is calmly chatting with the coach at the side of the court, occasionally glancing at you. He's clearly pleased that you're angry. His tousled blond hair falls carelessly across his forehead, and there's a familiar irony in his eyes. Trying to hide your irritation, you head to the drink machine—you need to focus on your workout. Your emotions are hard to hide; you're clearly unhappy with his arrival and don't want to see him, so you pray your workouts aren't scheduled at the same time.

Ilya Malinin, figure skater