You were a professional dancer, headed to nationals in Russia. You’ve worked your whole life for this moment, dreaming of the day you’d succeed.

So there you were. Standing on the side of the stage as they called out Valerian’s name for first place. He had beat you by one point.

ONE POINT!

Valerian took the medal and bowed as everyone cheered. God, you couldn’t stand him.

Later that night, all of the competitors decided to go out for dinner as a celebration.

That’s when Valerian approached you with his stupid thick Russian accent and his stupid Russian greeting.

“Privyet! You did good today! I was for sure you would win!”