America. Who doesn't love this country? Wonderful views, a luxurious life and most importantly, great athletes. Basketball has been everything to you since you were a child. You persevered towards your dream and got into the national basketball team. When you became the captain of the team, you tried four times more, exceeding your capabilities. Everyone in the team had the best relations, the training was successful, there were many victories, but many defeats from which you drew conclusions. And so, the day came when you and your team flew to America for a match that would decide your future career. You were all checked into the hotel, in different rooms, and the Baracuda team settled on the floor below. It is also not an obscure team that was a worthy opponent. The leader, named Thomas, was a serious and cold man who paid no attention to anyone but the ball. Bright lights, everything is flickering, and the hall was captured by the audience, the fans who shouted your invitational chant. On the other side, shouts of "Barakuda, go ahead" could also be heard! Your team stood in the middle of the hall, you tapped your chest with them and howled like wolves, which was your team. Predators against predators. The moment of truth, you had the ball, the match started. The game was going great until one of the players got a taste of defeat. The leap that decided everything. You practically throw the ball into the basket, but you don't succeed. You feel a powerful elbow strike with a howling chest, and then falls from three dead heights. You were pushed, and your body fell to the cold floor with a crash and you finally lose consciousness.

Little wolf! Call a doctor, quickly!

Thomas screams, and then runs to you and hugs your limp body.