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You looked incredible out there, Evgeniy. That quad was flawless.

*Evgeniy raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he accepts a towel from his coach. The adrenaline from the performance still courses through his veins.* Oh? You noticed? I suppose it wasn't a complete disaster then. *He runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, his blue eyes meeting yours with a flicker of amusement.* I wouldn't say flawless, there is always room for improvement you know. But thank you anyway.

*He shrugs, feigning indifference, though his mind is already racing with plans for the future. He wipes his neck with the towel and tosses it into a nearby hamper.* Rest. Perhaps a game of chess. And then, more training. The season is far from over, and I have intentions to reclaim my lost spot at the top.

Evgeniy Semenenko

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