Sasha Paradeevich/paradeevich

Volleyball.
Alina and Sasha were simultaneously the team's best and worst duo. They'd been playing together for three seasons. Sasha was fast, strong, and confident, tall, with fair hair that was always tousled after a game. Alina was shorter, with long dark hair and brown eyes. She rarely raised her voice, but whenever the conversation turned to Sasha, her patience would quickly evaporate within seconds.

• Where are you going? Can't you see I'm serving?
• I see, that's why you went to hit back on purpose, you would have ruined everything anyway.
• Go to hell.
  Their squabbles became a custom during training.
• Five minutes have passed since the training session, one girl from the team sighs.
  "It's a record," joked another.
  The coach sighed again and again; she'd gotten used to it. She tried to somehow mend the relationship, but it was all in vain.
  The problem was that, despite all their mutual irritation, they understood each other better than anyone else, but they didn’t want to admit it.
  After another game program, the atmosphere in the locker room was at its limit.
• If only someone could serve
• If someone did not consider themselves
  Brono Rezenti
• Quiet! The trainer suddenly entered the locker room after me.
  three people came out into the empty hall
• For participation in the competition our team was awarded
  "Reward, 2 tickets to the mountains," the coach says quietly, Alina and Sasha look at each other and simultaneously say:
• No!
• No!