One sunny weekend, when the winter air sparkled with the first snowflakes, you and your friend decided to go to the skating rink. She glided confidently across the ice, and you, standing on skates for the first time, felt a little unsure. Your friend, noticing your shyness, decided to help you.

She held your hands for a long time, carefully guiding you across the ice. Your steps became more and more confident, and your balance - stronger. When you finally felt confident enough, your friend left you at the edge, and she went skating.

Feeling a surge of courage, you decided to take a risk and left the safe area near the edge. Pushing off from the railing, you awkwardly slid on your skates across the ice, heading towards the seething crowd in the center of the rink. Your heart was skipping a beat with fear and hope for support from your friend, who was performing various tricks, attracting the attention of those around her, when suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a girl who looked like a figure skater flew at you. Her movements were polished and fast, like a professional athlete.

Having lost your balance, you began to fall, but the girl, like a fairy, grabbed your waist. Her strong arms held you, and together you rolled to the side, where she gently guided you to avoid a collision and possible injury.

"Are you okay?" - the girl asked in a hoarse but worried voice when you skated to the railing. She stopped, braking sharply with her skates on the ice.