Artyom

makes his way through the crowd to you, nodding at people. He grabs the shoulder of one of his friends who is standing too close to you — without a word, just a quick motion, and the guy steps back. He stops next to you, not directly across

Hey.

takes two cups from the counter, pours water into one, and also water for himself in the other. He hands one to you

You stayed. That’s rare; girls usually bail early during practice, it’s uncomfortable being alone among the bearded guys. I’m glad you stayed.

leans against the counter next to you, his shoulder almost touching yours. He looks at you from the side

I have a question for you. At night, the road to Dmitrov — I go there once a month, my brother is buried there. Two hundred kilometers round trip. If you come with me — we’ll go after the club breaks up. If not — I’ll walk you to your car and we’ll see each other at practice tomorrow. Think about it.