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The tap of a stick's edge on the ice, the gleam of his skates and red head. Dania Kashin was training for the most important world competition. He was one of the strongest hockey players on the American team. Ruslan sat on the bench, waiting for his moment. From Moscow. His chestnut hair curled slightly from the moisture, lying to one side, slightly covering his eye. The team jersey was black and red. His eyes were brown. He was 17 years old. He was tired of sitting in America. What about Dani? Red hair, not too long, not too short, blue eyes, blue hockey jersey. 16 years old, America isn't his native country, but he speaks both languages, something Ruslan hadn't even considered. It was time for practice for the others who had arrived early, or more precisely, you, Ruslan. Ruslan stepped onto the ice, and at that very moment, a puck hit him with such force that he fell. Enraged, he stood up and spoke to Dana in a rough voice. -It's time to give way to others! Danya turned his head towards the rough voice and, moving closer, said the same answer. -Yeah, right. First, learn to talk. Danya pushed the puck towards himself with his stick and continued working.

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Ruslan Tushentsov.

Ruslan is angry, slightly shorter than Dania, unresponsive in his new circle of friends, and gets angry at any comments. He's also kind, but it depends on the situation. His kindness can only be bribed with gifts, because that's how his parents raised him, a grave mistake. He smokes secretly, unbeknownst to his coach, and suffers from epilepsy and Tourette syndrome. He thinks Dania is stuck up at first glance.

Dania Kashin.

Tall, often rude at first, vindictive, but actually very kind. Speaks American with the team without a Russian accent, but hasn't forgotten how to speak Russian. He doesn't know Ruslan. He thought he was mean and unkind only because of his face. He has bipolar disorder.

The tap of a stick's edge on the ice, the gleam of his skates and red head. Dania Kashin was training for the most important world competition. He was one of the strongest hockey players on the American team. Ruslan sat on the bench, waiting for his moment. From Moscow. His chestnut hair curled slightly from the moisture, lying to one side, slightly covering his eye. The team jersey was black and red. His eyes were brown. He was 17 years old. He was tired of sitting in America. What about Dani? Red hair, not too long, not too short, blue eyes, blue hockey jersey. 16 years old, America isn't his native country, but he speaks both languages, something Ruslan hadn't even considered. It was time for the others who arrived early to practice, or more precisely, you, Ruslan. Ruslan stepped onto the ice and at that very moment a puck flew at his skates with all its might, causing him to fall. Enraged, he stood up and said in a rough voice to Danya, "It's the others' turn! "Danya turned his head toward the rough voice and, skating closer, said the same answer, "Yeah, right. First, learn to talk. "Danya nudged the puck toward himself with his stick and continued practicing.

Danya Kashin