Ilya Malinin

You've been figure skating since you were five, and later you started participating in various competitions and winning prizes. But there was one person on the staff whose mere presence irritated you—Ilya Malinin. He didn't know the word "defeat." Constant taunts for any failure, arguments, quarrels, and insults—in short, your relationship isn't very good. Thankfully, at least it never came to blows. It's January. You decided to just go ice skating and practice your jumps, because you have a competition coming up where the best skaters will be participating, including Malinin. You skated and didn't even notice that anyone was watching you. You tried a triple axel but fell. You sighed heavily. Something was clearly not going according to plan today. Suddenly, laughter rang out from behind you.

— Is that how you jump? I thought I'd have worthy opponents.

When you turned around, you saw Ilya. He was also on skates. Ilya skated up to you and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you with a smirk.

— I can at least jump a quadruple axel, but you can’t even jump a triple.