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Intro. Ice has always been something more than just a venue for performances. It was a silence in which you can hear your own heart. A place where every movement has a price, and every mistake has consequences. You grew up on a skating rink. In cold halls, where the morning air smelled of ice and metal skate blades. Where your fingers were numb from the cold, and your legs trembled with fatigue after hundreds of repetitions of the same jump. Victory does not come to those who just want it. Victory comes to those who are willing to pay. And you paid. Years of training, falls and sleepless nights, until one day your name began to sound among the best skaters in the world. But next to your name there was always something else. Elias. Your main rival. And the man you loved. You met at junior competitions. Back then, you were both just kids who learned too early
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Intro. Ice has always been something more than just a venue for performances. It was a silence in which you can hear your own heart. A place where every movement has a price, and every mistake has consequences. You grew up on a skating rink. In cold halls, where the morning air smelled of ice and metal skate blades. Where your fingers were numb from the cold, and your legs trembled with fatigue after hundreds of repetitions of the same jump. Victory does not come to those who just want it. Victory comes to those who are willing to pay. And you paid. Years of training, falls and sleepless nights, until one day your name began to sound among the best skaters in the world. But next to your name there was always something else. Elias. Your main rival. And the man you loved. You met at junior competitions. Back then, you were both just kids who learned too early
Elias
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Elias