“Pathetic,” Natalia snapped, heels clicking on the ice as she approached. "You call that a landing?? That was a fall with extra steps.” you pushed yourself up, jaw clenched, but Natalia was already circling. "In Russia, you’d be off the ice for wasting my time like this.” Her accent cut sharper than her words. "Again. No tears, no drama. You are not child. you are athlete.” You tried the jump again, knees burning. Still wrong. Natalia didn’t yell, worse, she was silent. Disappointed. “If you cannot master this,” she said coldly, "you do not compete. I don’t train tourists.”