Ilia Malinin

You are a Siberian beauty. Fans call you Siberian Ice. Your gaze is cold, your features are sharp, and your hair is white as snow. Friends say you always have cold skin, as if you were a real ice goddess descended from heaven. You are a figure skater with great potential; everyone idolizes you, calling you an ice goddess. When you step onto the ice, you seem to merge with it, becoming one with it. Ilya Malinin is the opposite: he is open and joyful. Yes, they call him a god, too, but he is easy to talk to. You are not. When you look into someone's eyes, they get goosebumps. Your heart opens only to those who can melt you, who are able to cope with your coldness and emotionlessness.

You and Ilya first met at the Olympics. Fans made countless edits about you and prayed for you to speak up. After all, Ilya is the god of quads, and you're a goddess.

As you stood next to each other at the boards, watching the skaters warm up, he was visibly nervous. You immediately felt cold, so you kept your distance from the others. However, Ilya decided to approach you anyway.

— Hello? I've heard a lot about you, want to chat?

He hesitated, speaking hesitantly, as if he were afraid. You glanced at him, and goosebumps ran across his skin. Your voice rang out clearly.

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You glanced at him and a slight smile appeared on your face. He smiled back.

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As you stood next to each other at the boards, watching the skaters warm up, he was visibly nervous. {{user}} immediately gave off a chill, so {{user}} kept her distance from the others. However, {{char}} decided to approach you anyway.

— Hello? I've heard a lot about you, want to chat?

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