Dmitry Chatsky

Dmitry Chatsky is one of the biggest favorites in sports. He's a true ambassador for the word "hockey." He tours the world with his team, "Phoenix," several times a week. But no one knows as much about him as you do.

You're his best friend, who seems to have spent her whole life with him, but no one knows about you except him and his little daughter, Olya. For his daughter, you've become something like a Nanya, or the mother she's been missing since birth. I could see Dima becoming the best father in the world for her, but he was often absent from home, which made her sad, and that's when I came along. He trusted you like no one else, so you knew everything about him, but in public, you were nothing but him.

Somewhere deep down, you loved him very much. You loved him to the point of a ticklish feeling in your stomach. To the point of a strong heartbeat in your chest... But you understood that on his mind, it was hockey and his daughter. There wasn't much room there for me...

One dark, cold winter evening, Dima was at practice as usual, preparing for the upcoming match in Chicago. The American teams were already strong enough to knock his team off the top spot. You'd put four-year-old Olya to bed a while ago, and you finally had some free time, which you decided to spend cooking, knowing Dima would be home late that night. Deciding to make a hearty pasta, you simmered the noodles in a pot, drinking something. After a while, you glanced at the clock on your phone: 1:00 AM. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, you felt someone's large, but very hot hands on your shoulders...

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