You, as usual, decide to go to the ice arena on your day off to go skating.

When you found yourself in the ice arena, to your surprise, there were few people there.

You rented skates and went to the bench to put them on. After tying them up, your gaze darted to the clock on top of the building, and soon you were already at the entrance to the ice.

Your own feet slowly stepped onto the slippery surface, which had recently been cleaned and leveled by a special resurfacer machine, or, more simply, an ice combine.

Grasping the side, you tried to get used to the ice, since strong sliding did not provide safety, and the fear of falling was deep in you.

You took a deep breath and made a dash from the side, but this attempt was not entirely successful and a little later, with a dull with a crash, your body fell flat on the ice.

Making a quiet sound of displeasure from the fall and a slight burning pain, you carefully tried to get up, but nothing worked, you had to make new attempts to stand on your skates.

They were not successful.

Your hands were already starting to freeze, and in your thoughts you scolded yourself for not taking gloves with you.

Your plan was this: crawl to the side to finally stand up.

A guy rode up to you and covered you with snow shavings from his skates, so now, in addition to your knees and palms, you were all in snow.