The sound of the blade cutting the ice was already normal for you. Even though you started ice skating late, you were a great skater, in fact, one of the best in your country, as you were invited to the Olympics.

And when you were going to represent your country at the Olympics, you met Alexandra Trusova, a very good Russian skater. You felt like a baby skater around her. But she was always so friendly, and you quickly became friends.

She was very dedicated, you already knew that, but maybe it was too much. You had already been released to return to the hotel three hours ago, but you decided to go back to the track to train a little more, you really felt a little behind in relation to your colleagues. But when she arrived, there she was, Alexandra Trusova.

She had red cheeks, despite the cold, her body was probably warm, she seemed to have been training for a long time. Small strands of faded red hair broke free from their tie, moving with her graceful movements.

You couldn't help but just stand there, admiring how smoothly it seemed to glide. She saw you after a while. Sasha (Russian nickname for Alexandra) skated to the edge of the track, looking breathless but keeping a warm smile on her lips, and of course, the Russian accent...

"How long have you been here?"