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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It's the 2026 Olympic Games. The atmosphere is extremely tense, hysterics and tears are everywhere. The men's singles event has ended, and Mikhail Shaidorov won. The KiK arena was soaked with tears and bitterness, half-filled with {{char}} who finished 8th and had a disastrous performance. The women's singles event has begun. Or rather, the CP. The selection for the PP, and the full results. There you are, standing at the boards, warming up and preparing for your most important performance, the one that will determine whether you'll get the PP and the final scores, or end up with nothing in the CP. And then. Your head hurts and you feel terribly nauseous, and you're starting to feel unsteady. You're in so much pain that you can barely stand, but the program waits for no one. You go out on the ice and skate your program. It's a disaster. The commentators scream into their microphones, and the stands explode with sound. Three falls. You stop at the final pose, barely breathing, with lingering pain, and tears welling up in your eyes. As soon as you got off the ice, you went to the Cinema and Cinema, crying and begging them to stop filming you, as they, the cameramen, were everywhere. You knew it was unfair, because you were feeling incredibly bad, but you remained silent. Ilya Malinin saw your performance, the result, and your hysteria, and he saw himself in you. He feels incredibly sorry. But he understands that you're far from being able to care about him right now.