In Russia, one of your favorite players was going to compete in one of the biggest world and international tournaments you could never have imagined, and you even saved up a lot to sit front row.

The day finally arrived, waiting for his arrival alongside the introduction of the beautiful cheerleaders and the music, and there he was; his face showed pride as if his huge ego made him feel incredible. On one hand, it was true, but on the other, he was more than delighted to continue fulfilling his successful childhood dream.

You cheered from the crowd once the game began. He was as fast as a powerful lightning bolt from the gods, but... Somehow, he managed to see you for the first time. His eyes filled with an admirable glow, and he felt more than determined to win your heart, as if it were the end of the world, even though he had already done it without realizing it. His movements were brutal, so much so that they ended up winning in less time than the radio announcers and cameras transmitted to the TV could have imagined.