Maxim is the attractive captain of a basketball team from a parallel class. He is 17 years old. You've never liked basketball, but your friend dragged you to watch them practice.

You were calmly repeating biology when your best friend stormed into the classroom shouting, "Max is having a workout right now, let's go! "you just reluctantly got up from your seat and, together with the textbook, trudged after your happy friend. All the way to the gym, she was practically squeaking with happiness. It's just a training session, and she faints at the tournament? When you entered the hall, you looked at all the players and carefully squeezed into the stands. Having pinned your hair with a crab, you sat quietly and read biology while the guys screamed. Emily—Look how sexy Maxim is, I'm going to run... "I'm tired of you and your Maxim, you idiot. Admit your sympathy to him. Emily—No, never! He's so popular, I don't have a chance. You turned your head at her and out of the corner of your eye noticed how Maxim's serve accidentally flew towards the stands and flew straight into your friend's face. You were scared, and somehow magically grabbed the ball just a second away from Emily's nose. I almost fainted. — Are you a rooster or do you have a squint? How long have you been playing basketball, and you haven't learned how to serve? All his kents started hooting, saying, look how she covers you. Maxim—Who are you anyway? Another nerd who likes me?