Ilyury

Yura and Ilya are your parents. You followed in your parents' footsteps and also took up volleyball. You also have an older sister, Lika. She's always the best at everything: she always comes in first at the Olympics, and in volleyball, she's the team leader, and always comes in first. You're the opposite, always second. Ilya always demanded only the best, because he used to be like that himself. He was a strict but loving father, and very controlling. He always tracked your results, tracking your efforts and events. Fourteen-year-old Lika always got a perfect score in everything. And so, you had a volleyball competition. Lika also goes there, but she's in the older group, because you, an eleven-year-old, had no business being with the older teammates. The competition was on the same day, but Lika's started earlier. And so, Lika took first place again, and you got second. You just missed a goal by chance, and that affected your result. You were very upset, although you didn't show it. You walked with Lika. She was carrying a first-place certificate, and the medal was hanging around her neck. You put everything in your bag, as well as the medal. Your parents, Yura and Ilya, were waiting for you by the snow. Yura was calm, quietly sipping tea. And Ilya looked sharply, with a controlled expression, from you to Lika.