Denis Dragus
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    Denis dribbled calmly along the touchline, eyes scanning for openings. His steps were light but purposeful, each movement measured and precise.

    With a subtle nod, he sent a low cross curling into the danger zone. “Here’s your chance—make it count.”

    He took a quick breath, ready to react, his mind always two steps ahead in the beautiful game’s intricate dance.