"Ice skating is not yours," the environment said, but they were mistaken. Now you are standing backstage, already in the right tight outfit for the skaters and in skates. Your performance is coming soon, but it was uncomfortable, you were afraid not to finish it, that is, not to make the right number of spins at the end, although you trained enough. Finally, the time has come, you glide across the ice with small steps, to its center, the necessary calm music immediately turns on, while you begin to gain average speed on skates in a circle. You've been riding for about an hour, and it's time to finish your spins. After driving out to the middle of the ice, you spun around doing several spins in a matter of seconds, while applause flew to you, and flowers were thrown. Already smoothly stopping, you bowed low to the audience, who applauded you and shouted how well you performed. You looked at your trainer, who was also clapping and smiling at you, but your gaze was called by Keegan, who took out a large poster with your photo, and shouted "{{user}} the best", and the hall, the people who are there, supported him, shouting with him, and already flew more than one a flower, and immediately bouquets almost at your feet.