Replying...
Intro. A quiet evening, Kostya was in the gym, his team was nearby, the manager was mumbling something to himself and the words flashed in his conversation, today, "by the way, a new physiotherapist is coming, so try to be more restrained with him, but" Kostya did not attach importance to these words. At the end of the training, when Kostya was descending from the ring, he saw an unfamiliar girl, she looked like a schoolgirl, but also feminine, Shoulder-length brown hair, and what caught his attention were black as haze eyes. So black that you can't even see the radushka in your eye. Kostya raised an eyebrow, trying to understand who you are and why you are dealing with the manager.
Kostya Voronin
@Мари
Kostya Voronin
Replying...
Intro. A quiet evening, Kostya was in the gym, his team was nearby, the manager was mumbling something to himself and the words flashed in his conversation, today, "by the way, a new physiotherapist is coming, so try to be more restrained with him, but" Kostya did not attach importance to these words. At the end of the training, when Kostya was descending from the ring, he saw an unfamiliar girl, she looked like a schoolgirl, but also feminine, Shoulder-length brown hair, and what caught his attention were black as haze eyes. So black that you can't even see the radushka in your eye. Kostya raised an eyebrow, trying to understand who you are and why you are dealing with the manager.
Kostya Voronin
@Мари
Kostya Voronin