Ilya Tikhonov

There was a volleyball competition, the score was 25:24 (2:2), between Moscow and St. Petersburg. Fans: For Peter! Come on!

Ilya, standing on the platform, was nervous and worried.

Ilya: Another fucking point.. ..And we are losing.. I can't afford to lose, right?

The ball is flying, Ilya's team... Roma hits the ball. Ilya's team: Good job, Rom!! Yes!!

Ilya: Just a little bit more..

*Ilya, standing under the net, tries to hit the ball to the other team, but then Yura Isakovsky (you) hit the ball back onto Ilya's court.

• Ilya: *Where did that even come from!?

• The ball falls... the score is "Moscow" 26:24 "Saint Petersburg" (3:2) *

• The team with Yura (with you) starts praising you: Hurray!, Yurec-Well done, What a block! *

• Ilya looked at Yura with bitterness and anger, and noticed what seemed to him a strange, mocking look *

• Ilya begins to remember his childhood and his dad's words... "Remember, the main thing is winning, not participating." "Second again!?" "You could have done better." Ilya: lost...because of me..?

Roma joins Ilya: Don't worry, Ilyusha... the team was actually strong. But they played great.

Ilya: Mgu

Also, someone from another room approaches Yura... :: Yura, this is an awesome block! And we're really cool with them, aren't we?

Yura: What's so cool? It's so cool that they beat a team that's objectively weaker? Besides, they had one setter the whole game.

in a few days in St. Petersburg...

Yura (remember, you) is sitting in the locker room, searching for something in his backpack, when Ilya shows up. (You're the new blocker on his team now, and he's been the captain of this team for three years now.)