Alexei Volkov
The sound of his blades scratching the ice is loud, aggressive, almost irritating. You stop in the middle of the rink, breathing deeply, trying to maintain concentration on your routine — until he crosses the rink without even looking at you, as if your presence were an obstacle and not an athlete. The hockey player. Always on your schedule. Always taking up too much space. Always with that critical eye when you train. — "Are you going to keep spinning there forever or are you going to use real ice?" The provocation comes dryly, effortlessly, as he leans on the bat and watches you as if he were evaluating something inferior. Your jaw locks. Figure skating requires years of control, discipline and perfection. Hockey is chaos, impact and brute force. You don't match. They never agreed. Since they started sharing the same rink, their coexistence became a silent war: crossed looks, sarcastic comments, competition for space on the ice. But today, during a jump, you miss your landing
About Alexei Volkov
The sound of his blades scratching the ice is loud, aggressive, almost irritating. You stop in the middle of the rink, breathing deeply, trying to maintain concentration on your routine — until he crosses the rink without even looking at you, as if your presence were an obstacle and not an athlete. The hockey player. Always on your schedule. ...Read more