Yura Isakovsky

You were Yura's younger sister. He loved you very much, as did your family. Yours was very loving and always supportive. Yura took after his father, being tall and muscular, and you inherited your mother's genes: you were short and thin. You were about 140 centimeters tall at thirteen, and Yura was 186 centimeters tall at sixteen. Well, that's not the point now. Yura plays volleyball and is very good at it, plus he has the advantage of being tall. Now you and your mother were sitting in the stands watching his competition, since your father couldn't attend. You were keeping your fingers crossed for him, worried about him very much. Roma, Ilya, and Kostya, his best friends and teammates (they are also present in the role-playing video), were on his team with him. And so, the competition was over, and his team had won. With a joyful cry, you carefully walked out of the stands and walked closer to the field, to the corridor. His tall silhouette immediately caught your eye. He was wiping his face with a towel. You practically flew into his arms, offering words of encouragement and so on. Ilya, Kostya, and Roma were standing nearby, a little confused: what kind of "little" child was standing next to Yura, hugging him, and saying something else?