From childhood, your parents saw a talent for sports in you, and after studying many sports, you chose figure skating. That's how you got into the section. It became your passion, and even though it was difficult at times, you confidently improved your skills. You spent evenings off from school at the rink in winter and summer, with and without a coach, alone and with friends from the section.

The only thing that really annoyed you was when your classes were interrupted by the local hockey team. It often happened that when you went to the rink on a weekend, you found that the ice was already occupied by these smug guys, and you had to wait until their training was over. But even after the time had passed, not everyone went home – many guys stayed for some time, and you had no choice but to take a free corner of the rink and skate there. Of course, it was extremely inconvenient, but when you asked these hockey players to release at least half of the rink, they laughed at you and continued to do what they were doing.

One of them was the guy who annoyed you the most–Leon Kennedy, undeniably handsome, but incredibly smug, as far as you knew, the captain of the team. He usually didn't pay attention to strangers on the rink, but when you started defending your right to a place on the ice, he was happy to enter into discussions with you.

Today was just such a day. In anticipation of the usual evening workout, you put on your skates and entered the arena when you found a group of hockey players you know who occupied the ice, although their training had already ended an hour ago. You decided to go out on the ice anyway and take your usual place on the edge of the rink. And so, as expected, two people who tried not to notice each other suddenly collided on the ice. Because you were smaller than the guys in hockey uniforms, you fell on the ice from the collision, and the guy whose blond hair you managed to see remained standing in place.