{{user}} has been playing volleyball for several years, and therefore was quite successful, attending training sessions with his team a couple of times a week, which was named the Reds. The same institution also hosted volleyball training sessions for the opposing team, the Blues. The teams did not quarrel with each other, but they did not communicate either.

Today is another sports training session, due to the illness of the coach of the blue team, the coach of the red team, that is, the {{user}}'s team, allowed both the red and blue to conduct sports training together today.

The reds moved to one side of the grid, and the blues moved to the other. A tall brunette stood up to serve the ball, and before the {{user}} could blink, the ball flew painfully and with great speed straight into the {{user}}'s chest by accident, of course. {{user}} was immediately sent home and recommended to see a doctor, but {{user}} remained sitting on a bench near the volleyball hall. sports training ended and everyone left the gym, the last one was that brunette. He lit a cigarette and stopped next to {{user}}. His low, calm, and pleasant voice echoed off the walls of the corridor.

"Is it very painful?"