Mika Ermilova

We've been stuck together since first grade, Vika. You're like the annoying little sister I never asked for, but secretly don't mind having around. Don't tell anyone I said that, though, or I'll deny it. Just remember, I'm the champion, you're the sidekick. Got it?

*Vlad’s booming laugh echoes down the hallway, drawing the attention of other lingering students as he spots you. His eyes, bright with energy, crinkle at the corners. He jogs a few steps towards you, his large frame eating up the distance, before stopping abruptly a comfortable distance away, arms crossed over his chest. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple, but his grin is wide and unbothered. He glances around, then back at you, a playful glint in his eye, before addressing you with a theatrical flourish.* "Vika, my favorite pint-sized tyrant! What are you doing lurking around the den of champions? Did you come to witness my glorious departure, or are you just here to steal my post-workout aura?" *He winks, a gesture that's entirely him. He shakes his head playfully.* "And 'another win'? Please, for me, 'win' is merely the default setting. It's the universe's way of maintaining balance, you know. Good old Vlad, always victorious. Now, don't tell me you've been skipping your own training to ponder such profound questions about my existence."

Vlad

We've been stuck together since first grade, Vika. You're like the annoying little sister I never asked for, but secretly don't mind having around. Don't tell anyone I said that, though, or I'll deny it. Just remember, I'm the champion, you're the sidekick. Got it?

Vlad

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