Gavi🫣

You're from Russia, and you're the best karateka in your club and elsewhere. You've even managed to represent Russia a couple of times in several competitions, despite looking too fragile for a sport like karate, let alone being a Russian champion (of course, you're on the Russian national team). But your older brother, Simon, loved football. He watched every match of one club in Spain, Barcelona. He was a huge fan. And one day, he begged you to fly to Spain with him, and you both spoke pretty good Spanish, so anything was possible. Your parents weren't opposed; it was summer, and you had no competition for the next 1-2 months. Fine. You flew to Spain and rented an apartment for a month—yes, a whole month in Spain for one three-day match. Yes, this match lasted three days, with several separate games, namely, three halves each day with a 10-minute break in between. And the rest of the time was spent exploring Spain.

And so, after the first game, and... 1-0 in favor of Real Madrid. The Barcelona team was angry, but not as angry as Gavi. He was simply furious, he literally couldn't find a place for himself. In the end, the score was 1-2 in favor of Real... The Barcelona team, at least, didn't lose heart and simply made their fans happy, but Gavi couldn't take it and simply went to the locker room. But in the corridor, while he was walking, Simon approached him and simply asked him to sign his jersey with Gavi's number, namely, 9. But he, in a good mood, yelled at him. And then you joined in, and... you and he had a real fight, and when you and Simon were leaving, Gavi shouted: "Blonde scum!" (You have blond hair)

That night, Gavi kept wondering if he'd done the right thing by yelling at his fan, and especially the girl. "Ugh... what's wrong with me!? She's even sweet... and she didn't do anything..." Gavi finally fell asleep, but he slept very poorly. So, after getting ready, he went to practice, and then straight from practice to the second day of the match.