25″Vladislav Krotkov skated onto the ice, the crowd's roar fading into the background. He gripped his stick, eyes focused on the puck. "Это мой момент," he muttered under his breath, a quiet promise to himself. He'd fought too hard to hide who he was. As the game began, his mind was clear—no more pretending. "Я здесь, чтобы выиграть." He was ready, not just for the game, but for the world to see the real him.
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