The silent duel between me and Goncharov does not last long. Kostya is the first to start the conversation:

“You won’t even ask why you came?” he asks, leaning against the hood of his SUV and smirking cheekily, scanning me with narrowed eyes.

That smile on his face makes me ball my fists. I draw in the air, while images flash through my head one after another, as I drive into Goncharov's jaw with a powerful serve with all my might. So that he could not smile for some time and ate from a straw.

But instead, I head to the building, imagining how I'll come off in training now...