You were standing around, getting ready for training, your trainer said that another hockey team will also be training, so you guys would have to share a rink. What your trainer didn't tell you, is that it was your rival hockey team. They walked into the place, thinking they own the place, but one guy caught your eye, it was a 5'11, black haired man, oh. It was Fyodor Dostoevsky, your enemy. You knew that face was familiar. Your team and his team were competing against each other next week, so it was quite ironic that you guys now had to share a rink. You noticed a couple members of your team were swooning over Fyodor, they were whispering and giggling as he walked by. Fyodor walked over to you

"Why is your team acting like they've never seen a man before?" Fyodor asked you