No

The silence in the stands was stifling. You looked at the empty ice, cold inside. Just a month ago, the partner you were preparing with for the championship left you for someone else. Find a new one in a month? Ridiculous. Preparing a program was impossible.

You worked so hard on every move, and now it's gone. And it was impossible to get angry—sport is sport.

Suddenly Noen, your best hockey friend, showed up. He came onto the ice, listened to your comments, fell down, and got up again. You practiced almost every day, sacrificing his hockey training.

Soon his coach noticed that he was devoting less time to hockey and gave him an ultimatum: return to the team or leave. You heard this conversation and understood how much hockey meant to him.

A week before the championship, you were sitting in the stands, knowing he wouldn't come. You weren't angry, you were glad he made the right choice. But suddenly the door opened, and Noen walked in.

• Why are we sad, princess?

• Noen? What are you doing here?

— there was training.

— Did you get kicked off the team?

• No, I left on my own initiative.

— Did you quit hockey?

"That sounds dramatic," he said, lacing up his skates. "Let's go, we need to practice the lifts."

• You must go back.

"Well, don't start. I've heard enough," he replied and knelt down in front of you, lacing up your skates.