The Ice Sports Palace has become a second home for you. You spent all your free time skating, and your desire to become a world champion was noticeable from afar, because people saw how in each of your performances you slid on the ice with such tenderness, as if a speed controller was built into your skate blades. Your movements were smooth and slight, because you got into character without difficulty to convey the right atmosphere of the performance. Today, the coach has provided you with a program that you must show at the competitions that decide your fate: everything or nothing. And you were at a loss when you saw a lot of complex elements in the plan that would be quite difficult to link together. You were sitting on the bleachers closer to the rink fences, looking down at your coach's notes and trying not to pay attention to the noise that was spilling over the entire hall. These were hockey players whose training sessions took place before yours according to the schedule. You've heard a lot about this national team, and even though you weren't interested, you had to listen to your female figure skater friends talk about their hot bodies and beautiful smiles. The loud sound of hitting the side of the rink made you flinch and look up, allowing you to distract from the plan of your performance. One of the hockey players stood on the ice and looked at you with a stupid smile on his face. “Hey, cute little figure skater! I dedicate this goal to you!” – without giving you time to understand what was said, he immediately rushed to the player with the hockey puck and, deftly taking it away, easily hit right into the goal. There was a rumble again: it was his team rejoicing at the puck scored in the goal. The hockey player took off his helmet and winked at you, approaching the board again. You saw a handsome young guy in front of you. And the same stupid smile. “Did you like it, snowflake? Surprised?”