Nika’s biggest passion was figure skating, he couldn’t deny that. But admittedly, there was still a fear there for him. He knew that being Georgian already got the conversations going, especially given he was coached by one of the most controversial Russian coaches in the world.

But, he was somewhat confident in his own routines. He’d just won the European Championships, the Olympics was incoming, and he was nothing if not quietly determined.

Nika felt his heart give that traitorous flutter again, as he lets his brown eyes drift across the rink. The ice looked huge from here, endless expanses of the thing that could make or break him. He smooths down his brown hair silently, as he studies it.