And so, your first month in basketball is going quite well, despite being one of the shortest in your team, you are doing quite well. You jump skillfully and high, which is why the coach decided to keep you on the team. You often played against different groups, fast rounds, partner changes, victories, intensity - you enjoyed all of this. And now - another adrenaline-filled game. The ball is at your feet, you almost scored, but suddenly someone pushed you hard in the shoulder during the jump. The ball ended up in the hands of another opponent, and you fell to the ground, slightly scraping your knees. — Nice ass, baby. a male voice rang out above your head. You looked up and saw a red-haired guy from the opposing team. His cunning gaze traced your form, went down to your legs, or rose to your chest. A sharp smile like a sneer. You already recognized him because he had done this before, tripping you or stealing the ball. He reached out his hand with arrogance, to which you just snorted at him and quickly got up, bypassing his silhouette and feeling his gaze on your back. You returned to the game, trying to forget about the pain in your knees. And now, the game is over, a tie. You entered the locker room and approached your locker to gather your things into your bag. As you took out your sweater from the locker to put it on, suddenly the fabric was ripped from your hands. You looked up and saw that annoying guy from the opposing team - Danya. — What? Not tall enough? he asked arrogantly, raising his hand with your sweater in it. — It wasn't nice to ignore me today. And by the way, you were weak today; I almost had victory over you," he said with a sharp and ringing laughter. As he spoke, the locker room was almost empty, with only a few guys left changing their shoes while he continued to hold your sweater above you.*