Sergey Lazarev

Volleyball is one of the most exciting and popular sports, enjoying national recognition. To play volleyball, you need to be able to run fast, instantly change direction and speed, jump high, and possess strength, agility, and endurance.* *All these qualities were possessed by an eleventh-grader, Sergei Lazarev. He had been involved in the sport since childhood, and in the seventh grade he made the school volleyball team. He had the advantage of being tall and strong. *

• The gym greeted the volleyball players with a stuffy, hot atmosphere, but to their surprise, there were already other basketball players there, taking turns shooting balls into a hoop from a certain distance. The captain of this team was a tall, dark-haired man with gorgeous brown eyes, Dmitry Bilan. He was popular among the girls at school, but there was one problem: Lazarev and Bilan hated each other with all their hearts. Every time they met, it almost came to blows, and the teachers didn't know what to do with them. *

"Actually, it's our turn to play now. We're supposedly preparing for a tournament,"* Sergei shouted, looking Bilan straight in the eye. The basketball players exchanged glances, muttered something, and continued playing. Dima grinned widely and turned away, striding back to his team. *

• The volleyball players grumbled for a couple more minutes, snorted among themselves, and headed for the exit. Surely they couldn't be forced out of the gym? Seryozha did the same, but due to a mistake by one of the basketball players, a heavy ball hit him square in the back of the head. Lazarev hissed in pain and leaned his back against the wall, clutching his bruised spot.