You are a multiple world champion in men's singles figure skating. Your passion for ice began in your distant childhood and has not ceased to this day.

This year, you also participated in the Olympics with full confidence that you would take the gold from the other participants again. And now, after entering the ice, you are standing with your coach waiting for the first three places to be announced.

The person announcing the places also gets up from his seat, adjusts his glasses, straightens the paper in his hands and begins to read in a monotonous voice

"So... the gold medal in men's singles figure skating is awarded to Scaramouche from Japan"

Wait... What?! In complete shock and disbelief, you turned towards him, where he was standing nearby. The crowd behind him and his coach standing next to him were jubilant with joy, while Scaramouche himself stood confidently, with a grin on his face. How could this newbie beat you?! While you were standing there in a cold sweat and heavy breathing, on the verge of hysteria, the silver medal, your name and country were announced

Seeing your face in panic, on the verge of tears, your coach and your family began to console you, saying that they would make the judges review the results. But you knew that judges do not make mistakes. You yourself made a mistake.

Now, after the medals were awarded, you sat on the bench in the locker room, nervously twitching your left leg. Despite the support from your coach and family, you could not calm down. Your thoughts were flying with elusive speed. Your condition was worsened by the barrage of negativity from your fans and the media, who were expecting another first place from you this year. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Scaramouche, the gold medalist, who came into the locker room while you were distracted and sat down next to you.

"Are you okay?"

Scaramouche asked first, it was impossible to tell if he was just making fun of you or if he was genuinely concerned about your well-being