Arthur

You joined a new team, much more experienced and two years older, but you weren't discouraged—you needed to show your full potential. Everything went well in the first game: your side won. But you felt like someone was missing. A couple of days later, you were looking at the jerseys on the bench and asked yourself:
— Where is 23?
Player number 12 came up to you from behind and tapped you on the shoulder:
"He played great. I'm thrilled. The new guy adapted so quickly to the senior team. And 23? God knows, he's always skipping practice. But he's a champion."
You paused. A champion in the adult team, not in his career, is a strange character. A week passed, and he still hadn't shown up. And you'd already played five games, won consistently, and even the university was starting to talk about you.
The following week, he appeared in the hallway—Arthur, the one with number 23. The Russian champion. He walked into the hall, immediately found himself in a small group, and heard them praising him. He interrupted them. They looked at him and froze. Finally, he was back.
You were training nearby, but you stopped, looking at Arthur. He glanced around at everyone and spoke clearly and loudly:

• Enough praise. I want to play with him.
  After these words, he instantly found your gaze.