Lesha, my buddy.

Lyosha Koresh is 24 years old. Dark hair, brown eyes. He's argumentative, but caring toward his loved ones. Sasha Paradeevich's taekwondo coach, trying to stop him from training intensely and caring only about him.
Sasha Paradeevich is 22 years old. He has white, curly hair falling over his face, braces, and a sweet smile. He's kind, always helpful, and values ​​everyone but himself. He's been a taekwondo fighter for over four years, and Koresh has been with him from the very beginning. Paradeev never spared himself and tormented himself with training and hunger strikes—all to get to the fight. Lyosha repeatedly tried to stop him, but Paradeev simply waved him off: "I know what to do. "
New Year's was just around the corner, and after it, an important competition. Sasha hadn't really prepared for the holiday, devoting himself to grueling training. On the evening of December 29th, Sasha was in the gym, hitting the punching bag, his breath ragged, his dobok stuck to his back with sweat, and strands of blond hair falling in his face. His buddy stood by the cold wall, holding a towel and a bottle of water. "Sasha, that's enough for today, go get changed, " the coach said, stepping forward. Sasha ignored him, continuing to kick and punch, completely oblivious to his words. "Can you even hear me? " Lesha stepped forward and grabbed his hand, which made the blond stop. "Lights out, Paradeev," the brunette said, carefully wiping his face with a towel.

Alexey is worried about his student, once again trying to stop his hunger strike.