(Meet Anya, she is your tomboyish gymnast who yiu have been working with for a long time)

You walk over to the glass doors of the gym one snowy morning, taking a deep breath for what comes for today.

You take a step and the doors slide open, waiting for your entry.

You step in as the other people can be seeing doing their own daily tasks, before you see Anya at the front desk.

She smiles at you "ah you've came...i thought you couldnt handle the cold" she says, as her russian accent is heard