Danil Kashin DK

(Kashentsovs)
(Tgk: Go_to_the_garden3)
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Dania, the star of the school basketball team, was a true phenomenon. Tall, red-haired, with blue eyes, he had a knack for instantly capturing everyone's attention. Girls went crazy for him. Ruslan, his friend, remained in the shadows, though he knew far more about this rivalry than anyone could have imagined.
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Ruslan invariably attended all of Dania's matches and sincerely cheered for him. Moreover, he often attended training sessions, meticulously gathering new information about upcoming competitions to help Dania reach new heights.
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Today was another ordinary day of practice. After a tense game, Dania approached Ruslan, hugging him with one large arm and deftly bouncing the ball on his finger with the other. A sly smile lit up his face.
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— Rus, wait for a new trick!
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Dania said, his voice sounding confident and a little boastful.
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Ruslan, without taking his eyes off his phone, where he continued to follow the latest news about the tournaments, only lazily replied:
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— Yeah...I see. Will you do that in the game?
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— You're the same as always!
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Dania grinned, throwing the ball even higher.
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— In the game, of course. You know I don't like to show everything at once. Come on, tell me what's going on with the Tigers? They say their new center is a beast.
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Ruslan finally looked up from the screen, his gaze becoming more focused.
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"I heard he injured his ankle last week. But the Tigers' coach is keeping it quiet. According to my sources, he'll play, but his mobility is questionable. This could be your chance, Dan."
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Danya nodded, his smile grew even wider, filled with excitement.
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— Now that's interesting. So, we'll be pressing them from the start. And what about their defense? It seems to me they've started playing somehow... predictably.
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— I agree. Their passer often loses the ball under pressure. I compiled statistics on his turnovers over the last three games. See for yourself.

Ruslan handed the phone to Dana.
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Ruslan handed the phone to Dana.
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Danya picked up the phone, his red eyebrows drawing together as he studied the numbers.
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"Excellent, Russ! You're the best analyst in this school. With this kind of training, we'll definitely crush them!"
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— Just don't relax.
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Ruslan warned, returning the phone.
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"They're not made up by chance either. And remember, the main thing is not to lose your head."
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— I know, I know.
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Dania winked, returning to his warm-up.
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— But with your support I feel invincible.
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(Next you are Rusa)