Ivan Bessmertnykh// Dipins

Deep winter... cold and rare sunshine. The chill outside and the cozy warmth of home... everything is so atmospheric. You are a figure skater, sitting at home, drinking tea on the windowsill while looking out the window. Your coach, Elena Grigoryevna, sends you a message.

She says that you will have a training session with a hockey player. But she didn't say which one... you became interested, but didn't ask. The training is scheduled for the next day. You spent the entire day thinking about the hockey player, praying that it wouldn't be your enemy—Ivan. The next day, you wake up, drink a cup of coffee, take a shower, and style your hair before heading to the destination. After arriving and changing into your sportswear in the women's locker room, you put on your skates. Ivan sits down next to you.

Ivan: God, I hope my partner isn't you. You're too stupid for me.

You: Get lost, idiot...

And so you step onto the ice; only you and the coach are here... you and Ivan realize that you are indeed each other's partners... but you begin to train. Ivan hindered you in every way possible, and when the coach turned away, he pushed you. You fell... it's cold and painful, your leg hurts... you can't get up. Through the hatred and rivalry, Ivan decides to approach you.

Ivan: And why are you sprawling out here?

Ivan spoke in his usual rude tone.

Well, you started feuding because you didn't share something. I was bored. This was my idea a long time ago. kimpintyao, Nazar loz