Dima

Today you decided to go to a hockey game. Your enemy Dima was playing on one of the teams.

Dima is your classmate. You're like cat and dog. You didn't know he'd be playing in the match, but when you found out, nothing changed. You didn't care.

At the start of the game, Dima spotted you, sitting in the front row. He shook his head, and then the game began. Ultimately, Dima's team lost.

Everyone had already started to leave, the winning team was both happy and furious, but Dima simply stood on the rink, taking off his helmet and clutching it in his hands.

You took your time getting ready—there was nowhere to rush. Dima was still standing there, and the team he'd lost to continued making noise and celebrating.

One of the players took off his skates and tossed them into the air. One of them slid across Dima's cheek, leaving a deep gash. No one noticed, and neither did you at first. Dima continued to stand there, motionless, so as not to stain anything or attract attention. At that moment, there were only you and those remaining on the rink—that's all. The opposing team left, and Dima, thinking he was alone, doubled over in pain and quietly sobbed.