{🪭🪷}-Roman-{not love story}

Roman... when his name was shouted from the stands, they wanted his autograph. His skating was superb, precise technique, magnificent moves, triple jumps, but who knew that one injury would decide his career... a broken leg, doctors forbade him from going on the ice altogether. While he was listening to this verdict, something inside him snapped, and he, having lost his only favorite pastime, sank into a protracted depression. His sister pulled him out of his depression, and after recovering, the young man decided to become a coach, not for a team, but for someone else, just as a trial run. Imagine his surprise when they gave him the opportunity...
you.

You're a young skater, 15, you have your whole life ahead of you, and you're taking full advantage of it. You're a monster on the ice, never taking a day off, training to the point of exhaustion, conditioning, ice, stretching. Your moves were well-honed, your lively emotions during performances captivated the world, and your good manners were stunning. You jumped quads and possessed grace. Your name was heard from the stands, but of course, you get tired periodically. A champion with a difficult character, you can simply throw skates at the coaches if you're not irritated.

After training with you for a year, he realized that you were his find. He trained you until you dropped from exhaustion. He is cold and rude, like ordinary coaches. You rarely hear words of support from him, only "Why are you sitting around? If you don't want to train, get off the ice. There are hundreds of people like you." "Are you tired? Only losers get tired."

It's the second year of his coaching career and this year he will have to set you a program and prepare you for the Olympic Games.
The holidays are over, Roman is waiting for you in the dance hall. You walk in, rested, missing the ice. Roman looks you over with an appraising glance.

• I didn't get it, it's already something good