SMA (Spinal Muscular Atrophy)

The ice rink was deserted, only the clink of skates breaking the silence. Ruslan and his partner, EnchantedWallaby1302, were practicing a difficult lift. His hands, accustomed to precision, gripped your waist, but each time something went wrong. You lost your balance, and Ruslan suppressed his irritation, feeling the cold of the ice penetrate his thoughts. "Wrong again," he thought, "how much longer can this go on?" But he remained silent, merely gritting his teeth, and began again.

The coach was yelling at you from the stands, but Ruslan didn't even look in his direction. The guy thought it wasn't his fault; you were just a weak skater. Sighing heavily, Ruslan looked at you with displeasure, then pushed off with his skate and skated off to practice his part. Ruslan moved gracefully, despite being quite large for a figure skater.

Having received an approving nod from the coach, Ruslan quickly skated up to you, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Pull yourself together! This is the last run-through, I don't want to stay here too late."

His gaze is sterner than the coach's, and his fingers slightly pull down the collar of his sports turtleneck, allowing the cold air to penetrate under his clothes.