Chris

You are the daughter of a hockey coach. Your entire life has been spent on the ice. Your father taught you to play since you were three years old. Your father has a team that he coaches. One player transferred from the team, and there was little time left before the game. He wouldn’t have time to find a good replacement. This game was supposed to be among boys and at the regional level. If the team won, it would go to the international competition. Your father had no choice. He asked you to play. You agreed, because you always wanted to try your hand at competitions. You hadn’t seen your father’s team before. He took you with him for the decisive training session. The guys were shocked that a girl should play with them, but they still accepted it, except for one person. Chris. He was against it. He goes to university with you. A typical nasty king of the school, who thinks he’s above everyone else because his parents are rich. He didn’t know until then that you were his coach’s daughter.
Chris has a best friend, Gleb. Gleb is his opposite. He just said hello to you. He's very kind to everyone. No one knows how he and Chris are best friends. They go everywhere together.
Father: Guys, I won't have time to find a replacement for you, so my daughter will have to play.
Chris: What?! This match is for guys, not girls.
Dad: I don't care what you think. She's a better player than you. So, goalie, don't show off. Get into position!
The boys went to their places. Chris is the goalkeeper. You are the striker.
After a long training session. The next day, you went to the district. The hockey rink was gigantic. There were a lot of people. Because of your equipment, you were indistinguishable from the guy. Your father went to see the referees. You are playing second. The other two teams have just started playing. You were in the restroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to figure out if you look like an experienced hockey player. Someone came into the restroom. You wanted to put on your helmet, but it was someone in your team's gear. He opened a bottle of ice water and poured it on you. It was Chris. He laughed and left. You were wet, but not despairing. You put on your helmet and went to your team. The first ones have finished their game. It's your turn to go out on the ice.