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Boxes were still around, as she didn't have enough time or strength to organise everything in the space, that's for the first time it was only hers. But it didn't stop her from jumping on the bed and kicking her legs in the air, as she opened chat with her father.

Ama 💖: I have something really special, but I need you in Spielberg, Austria, 6th July. Already booked a hotel, so don't worry about anything. Just come and enjoy <3

Papa 💚: ??? Papa 💚: What did you do?

Ama 💖: 🤫

She turned on her back on the bed, biting her lower lip, trying to stop a smirk as if someone was to see it and ask why she's so happy.

Papa 💚: Is it what I think it is?

Ama 💖: I used my free will, athlete and adult powers mixed

Papa 💚: I'm scared and excited at the same time

Ama 💖: Great! See you there Papa <3

Papa 💚: How's your ankle?

Ama 💖: Hm? Ama 💖: Why ask now when I'm excited about the great surprise I have for your birthday?

Papa 💚: Because you always change topic when I ask Papa 💚: Oh, and now you do the same. Read and don't intend to answer, huh? Papa 💚: You remember I've been through a span of injuries myself? I'll understand

Ama 💖: It's okay. I put the tape and it doesn't hurt at all. Until the season starts it'll be like new 😁

It was a little lie from her, as her ankle hurt quite a bit, but only when she went skating and was training jumps. Outside of that, it was normal. Especially when she didn't put the high heels on... She sighed, put the phone away and sat up. Her eyes on their own moved to the box with louboutins she bought the same day she moved out. Maybe she was no better than her mother after all?

Speaking of which... She had ignored her messages for a whole day now and didn't feel like responding anytime soon. Especially when she saw the preview of some messages. She's supposed to be happy that she's finally somewhat free, has her own place, and – most importantly – her money is only hers. No more arguing about it, no more struggling. Also no more taking care of her when she randomly chooses to get drunk after work.

Her phone vibrated on the bed, so she fell back on it and grabbed the phone, thinking it's probably another message from her dad or mother trying to reach her again. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw the name on the screen.

Zhenya 💅: Jogging and coffee???

A tradition that must be cultivated. No matter if it's summer or winter, jogging and gossiping, and coffee is a must at least twice a week. If they're at the same place in the world.

Ami 🎤: Sure. But help me a little with the apartment first? 🙏

And that stupid microphone next to her nick. She shook her head whenever she saw it. To think that just one evening with karaoke in Japan and this stupid emoji will be hounding her probably till the end of her life. Anyway, it was worth it. One of the best memories they share. Even if her brother is never letting her forget the video of her singing off-key. Why on earth did she put it on her instagram story, and not the one where she actually sang well...

Zhenya 💅: First coffee, then apartment disaster 😉 Zhenya 💅: How your mother survived your moving out btw?

Ami 🎤: We'll talk when we get that damn coffee you love so much 🙄

Zhenya 💅: Joke on you, I'm in front of your block of flats 😘 So get your ass down here and try to outrun me

Ami 🎤: 5 minutes and I'm down, try not to run in place

She quickly put her phone away and walk between boxes to get to the wardrobe, and pulled out clothes she usually put on for jogging.

The exciting thought of taking her dad to a Formula One race suddenly at the back of her head. Just as all the anxiety accompanying her with the upcoming Olympic season. One and only chance to medal at the most prestigious event. The thing her mother was telling her about since she could remember and she was falling more than landing. The event her dad told her not to stress too much, that she'll surely do great, just like always. 'Not once you missed a podium, why would you now?'.

Somehow those words only put bigger pressure on her.

-> This fanfic's masterlist -> General masterlist

~Author's note~

A quick note: English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes <3 This fanfiction (and whole account, lol) happened because since few weeks (months?) I got a crush on Max Verstappen and the urge to write something was going after me for so long. I'm very interested in figure skating and thought with such an OC I can create quite interesting story. Also, have in mind that I'm just getting into racing, I research much, but I might make some mistakes sometimes – if it happens, be forgiving and point them out nicely, please?

Sometimes things may go brutal (or hot...), keep that in mind <3 If things get hot, I'll put [+18] in the chapter's title.

I hope you'll stay and are eager to learn Amaliya's past and future (solo and with Max of course) <3 If you want to be tagged – let me know.

It was supposed to be a light topic, something people discussed without giving it much thought and had similar answers. Go home, spend it with family. For her it usually was no different, but not that year. She stopped pouring tea in the cup and thought for a few moments how to answer to not sound bad.

"I have Nationals." she only said, with a light tone, resuming her movements.

"On Christmas Eve...?"

"No, not exactly–" she sighed, putting the box down and it was hearable though the call. How to not over–explain it? "Competition is twenty–second and twenty–third, so technically I could come home, but it's... gonna be tiring and not much fun. Besides, it's not big in Russia, we rather celebrate a New Year's Eve. But it's just the Olympic season, I usually come to Milano."

"From all I heard it seems like Olympic season is really getting to you."

Yeah, it is. He didn't even know how much. She was glad she wasn't currently injured and thus didn't have to push through pain – like the last season. The Worlds, on which she managed just because skates are stiff and painkillers worked. She could withdraw, but didn't want to. Could she skate? Yes. So the answer about participating was obvious. Of course she never told that anyone outside the environment. How bad her ankle actually was.

The thing is, she's used to working hard, pushing through limits to not get replaced. As you must prove you're worthy of even training in that group, not to mention representing the country. Competition is bigger than in other countries, maybe that's why it is like this. Just three spots, when there are many times more girls yearning for those.

"It's once in four years after all."

"You make it feel like it's once in ten years or more."

She let out a chuckle at that, despite that it wasn't that funny when she started to think about it. But the truth is... She doesn't know if it isn't her one and only chance for Olympic Gold. Will she be good enough in four years to even make it to the team? How will she feel, physically?

"Either way, it's very important."

"I get it. And I'm keeping my fingers crossed, if you even need it."

* * *

Days tend to drag when you're waiting for something. Luckily, Max didn't know he should be expecting something – okay, he might have hoped, but Amaliya hadn't said anything sure about sending a package.

Until one day the package came, and now stood proudly on the table in the living room, as Max went for scissors to open it. He was away for just a few seconds, but cats already came to see what's going on and what that strange smell is. Sassy was first to jump on the box and inspect it, meanwhile Jimmy circled it and put his paw against it.

"I want to open it." said Max, when he came back with scissors and saw Sassy sitting on top of it, looking at him as if she didn't understand what he said. "Don't look at me like that. Get down, please?"

Seeing she had no intention of moving, he sighed and put the scissors down on the table, to have two free hands to pick her up. Of course she protested a little, as she wasn't a big fan of being held. As soon as she saw ground under her, she wiggled and Max let her down. He could have waited a little until she got down herself, but the truth is... he couldn't. Mentally. He was just too excited to see what's inside to wait any longer. For a moment he doubted Ama planned on giving him anything – at least before Christmas – and the very next day he got a package. And couldn't wait to open it, as excited as if he was about to flat–out.

"You too?" he looked at Jimmy, who moved his tail, sharing some of Max's excitement, waiting to see what's inside – or just wanting more food, or an empty box.

Max picked him up too and got off the table, and then picked up scissors again, to finally open the box.

First thing to see inside, was much of a bubble wrap – as if something could happen to a plushie inside. He eventually took it out and squinted, as it wasn't exactly what he expected. Was it... Was it that thing she often held during competitions? The... Tissue holder, yeah, that.

But there was something in that. He took out the folded note first, and sat down on the couch to read it: 'If my performance ever moves you enough to cry (or you just catch cold or spill something). And a little friend to keep you company (he always eavesdrops on our calls, and told me he wants to meet you. He's small and promised to not to cumber). He makes me smile, hope he'll be as nice to you too ♡'

He smiled to himself while reading, even a little wider when he saw a little heart at the end. A familiar warmth spread in his chest as he read this once more before reaching to the tissue holder again, to get that 'little friend' out of it.

It really was small, which somehow melted his heart. Small enough to carry it everywhere in the bag or backpack, to put it next to the bedside lamp. Just to keep it near always. He raised it a little, the lion now sitting on his hand looking at him with its forever–smile.

It wasn't just funny and sweet on its own, it was more about the fact how she described it. That it makes her smile, is nice, tells her it wants to meet him, and always eavesdrops on their calls. It meant it had to spend some time in her apartment, was personal, yet she decided to give it away to him. He meant enough for her, to give him something she cares about, something she probably once got from a fan and found it special enough to keep.

And that it's to keep him company. Small enough he can take it everywhere and remember her.

"You like it too?" he looked to the side, at Sassy who just jumped on the couch. Now with two paws on his thigh was outstretching herself, trying to have a sniff of the little plushie.

Meanwhile Jimmy? Jimmy jumped into the box and it fell off the table. Obviously Max immediately turned his gaze there, but Jimmy ran out of the box just to get into it again, so it seemed like everything was okay.

When he was looking away, Sassy sniffed the toy closely and didn't like it smelled like someone.

Seeing how invested in that is his feline, he brought the plushie closer to his face and also smelled it, feeling the faint scent of perfume. Something sweet, like a... strawberry? Strawberry cake?

"You're aware it's mine, right?" he said, as Sassy jumped onto the table and stepped into the hole of the tissue holder. "It's not your new bed, it's a tissue holder. You know, those white things you like to take out of the box and play with? And I have to clean it later?" he reached with a free hand and petted her.

Then he took out his phone and took a photo of Sassy still sitting in the tissue holder, just after that quickly going to messages.

Max: *sent a photo of Sassy in the tissue holder* Max: Gift approved by the lady of the house Max: And the little one is as nice as you said

Amaliya screenshotted those messages as soon as she received them and liked to look at them from time to time – just like on the other of their messages she kept saved like that. Getting back to those, or voice messages, helped her deal with hard days and stress – better than mindless scrolling though Instagram.

It was one of those days, when she sat down and read those, remembering the moments she first saw them. But even that couldn't push away thoughts that kept circling in her mind. Now, at twenty–third of December, day of the free skate on Nationals, she was just after a short morning ice session.

She grabbed another tissue from her cat tissue holder and blew her nose. It was normal, going from cold to warm environment, she didn't question it. She could even throw the used tissue to the bin and not miss. Amaliya looked down at her feet in unlaced skates. There were two thoughts that kept coming back to her: First, about Evgenia, and second, about Christmas.

Her dear friend didn't take part in the Nationals, as she was still healing her foot. Though told her she will participate at Europeans and despite not competing at Nationals, will be in the team. It didn't make her humour better, as it had to be something serious, if Evgenia didn't push through this to compete. Or maybe just prioritized the Olympics. After all, she'd tell her if it was that serious, right?

Second though was no lighter. She might have already made the decision of not coming some time ago, but it still hurt a bit. Not because Christmas were something special for her, but because they were for her dad. He surely was understanding but sad she won't make it.

She could. She thought about it even last morning, but then, getting up from the bed, remembered how much she doesn't have the strength for that, to travel just for one day. The further it was in the season, the more she was forcing herself to get up from bed, get some strong coffee, suck it up and do her job. That one dream of Olympic gold over her neck keeps her going. She can collapse only after she has it in her hands.

The training she told about when asked about New Year – she could move those. Or miss one day. But what would it say about her? She doesn't care enough. She's not taking it seriously. She just wants to have fun. Others who aren't even in the national team come and she won't? She thinks too much of herself. She can't have people think or – even worse – speak about her like that.

Today she secures her spot for the Olympic team, another step towards her dream.

She took off her skates completely, wiped the blades, put soakers on them and put them in her skating bag. You should never leave your bag – or just skates and costumes – if you don't want someone to destroy your chances of winning. It never happened to her personally, but she heard stories of destroyed costumes or skates put against the red–hot heater. Wouldn't like it to happen to her.

After she put on her boots, she threw a bag over her arm, taking a bottle of water out of it. She went to the bathroom and then got some water into her mouth, rinsing it and then spit water out to the basin. With forearms resting against the basin she looked up at herself in the mirror. Tired eyes, bags under them she will cover with make–up. Hair sticking out of her bun after the training. Not exactly a look of a champion.

And her head hurts, that throbbing pain that irritated her through half of the training and is still there. She's gonna have to get some painkillers before going out on the ice. But why does it even hurt her? It can't be period, she's on the pill and skips placebo. Purely to not have any unpleasant surprises in competitions.

It's probably just because she hadn't drunk anything since she woke up. Or tiredness. Or stress – even though pressure doesn't come on her that much anymore. Or everything combined. Maybe she ate something bad? Maybe that yogurt she had for breakfast was not good anymore? But she would notice, right? Or maybe that's some random headache just to spite her.

"Just a little more." she murmured to herself, turning on the cold water and rinsing her face.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Amaliya still had a lot of time before her start. The event starts half past five, but until her turn comes it's gonna be around half past eight, maybe a few minutes earlier. Either way, enough time to have some rest, do her make–up, put on a costume and warm–up.

But those weren't easy hours, not until she took the painkillers and they started working. The most important thing is that going onto the ice she felt good enough and delivered a good performance. Of course, it wasn't a win she hoped for as Evgenia wasn't competing, but proving once more she can do better than her younger teammate? That meant a lot to her. Meant, she's not replaceable yet.

Didn't mean she stopped trying to get better, to the level she saw young juniors aspire.

Just the next day, when she could have a day off, she decided to come to the training complex. When she still had that adrenaline, that excitement from winning and will to try, instead of laying down in bed. She decided tomorrow will be her day off, yet regretted it rather quickly, when things weren't going as she wanted them to.

Must have been a funny sight, a day ago a flawless performance, becoming Russian National Champion, and today? Falling on the jumps that were supposed to be just a warm–up. If that wasn't enough, her throat was getting a little sore, probably due to spending so much time on the ice rink. And winter overall...

Luckily, the training session wasn't an absolute disaster. She did manage to land the quad toe loop a few times – underrotated, she felt that, but she was getting closer to achieving it. No reasons to be proud yet, but to have shivers of excitement? Totally. What she didn't know was that some junior from the club filmed one of her attempts. And decided to share it with the world through Twitter.

@ username *Slightly blurry and shaky video from the boards, of Amaliya attempting a quad toe loop*

A quad toe from Amaliya Svetlanova, will we see it in competition soon? 👀

Amaliya didn't see it, no one tagged her on it and she herself wasn't as active on Twitter as she was on Instagram. But if she saw it? She surely wouldn't be happy. Not because someone secretly filmed her, that happened many times already, but because it wasn't perfect. It was still a poor attempt in her eyes and she wasn't ready to share it. Also because of the expectations it would raise towards her and criticism of risking just before the Olympics.

She usually didn't like when things like that were shared, even when it was done by the team. That's also why she wasn't too happy about the documentary. She was aware that nobody does things perfect at the first try, but showing falls and struggles? She'd rather not.

The post of course spread quickly in the skating community, and everyone had something to say, especially when it came to arguing.

– omggg, she's so close!!! It's like, just a half rotation missing!!! ⤷ yeah, she has the height for it, just needs a bit more rotation ⤷ Wtf are you saying, she rotates more on her 3A than that attempt 💀

– she should focus on artistry. ⤷ it's literally been perfect for YEARS. The issue is she's not the judges' favourite :( ⤷ not the judges' favourite??? She literally holds the SP world record and just won the GP final AND nationals 💀 ⤷ yeah, because who wasn't there? Don't act like it didn't matter. I'd be sooo mad if I was her ⤷ let's be honest, BOTH Svetlanova and Medvedeva are overscored. They should be thankful for every medal they have stolen ⤷ 'stolen'? 😂 From who? Even with 'right' scores they would still be better than everyone else ⤷ then why are they overscored? And why is Medvedeva put over Svetlanova with her 3A? ⤷ I'm not denying favouritism, it has always been in skating 🤷‍♀️ I'd be mad if I was Ama. I still wonder how her lutz gets less points than Evgenia's with flat edge... ⤷ so my point with them being overscored still stands lol. Not even mentioning they're prerotating as hell ⤷ Bro, EVERYONE prerotates 😭

– rotation left the chat ⤷ but she held it, kind of impressive, my ass would kiss the ice

– someone tell her to focus on the 3A, thank you ⤷ She's already the queen of 3A, now pushing the limits 💪 ⤷ risking before the olympics? That's pure stupidity 😂 I won't even pity her when she gets injured, she's asking for it ⤷ But that's what elite sport should be about??? pushing boundaries ⤷ idc, it's before THE olympics ⤷ She's a multiple medalist and champion, I think she and her team know better than some random on twitter ⤷ Evgenia is injured without attempting a quad lolz Still think they know what they're doing? ⤷ Bruh, we don't know why she's injured

– 24th December and she's training? Or is it an old video? ⤷ One word: Russia (and Eteri) ⤷ poor girl 😭 Just yesterday were nationals, she should be resting! ⤷ that's why those girls are the best ⤷ it doesn't take much research to know christmas is not a big thing in russia ⤷ Yeah, but she's half italian, so I just thought...

– You all need to calm down, it's one training clip. Half of these jumps never make it to competition

– HOLD ON EVERYONE, OLYMPIC GOLD IS COMING!!! ⤷ It would be rated lower than a good triple toe... But who knows, with Eteri bonus everything's possible

The post didn't get to Amaliya, but it got to Max. Absolutely randomly. Yesterday, due to not much time, he was refreshing an account on Twitter that was giving updates on the Nationals. And today, on Christmas Eve, got a notification with this proposed Tweet to see.

Blurry video didn't tell him too much, but surely more than comments with language he still did not quite understand. But he understood both admiration and criticism. People questioning what she's doing, thinking they know better what she can and can't do. He doesn't know if and how risky it may be, but if she's doing it? Clearly not enough for her to care, so people could shut up. Except they never do.

More irritating are people saying that you don't deserve something. He hopes even if she sees that, she doesn't give a single fuck about it and just continues to do her job. He was just a casual viewer, not even for long, not knowing all those technicalities and details of the scoring system, so he can't speak about that, but he could say she was the most pleasing to look at. Objectively, not because he liked her. She had that... Flow. Those fluent or sharp movements, whatever was currently needed. Her whole body was telling a story, including face expressions. Not everyone could do that. But maybe he's too casual a viewer.

What really caught his interest were comments about her training the day after competition instead of resting. And people bringing up training regimens in the camp. Max himself was raised rather harshly when it comes to sport, at least that's what people said. This time he was put in the position of an observator, and that's what made it hard to judge.

On one hand, things people were writing about were concerning. Long trainings, just one day off in a week or none, rumours about girls not drinking water on the competition days, keeping low weight, skating on injuries. But considering how often people exaggerate or make up stuff, nothing from those words could be taken as a one hundred percent truth.

On the other hand, there was Amaliya who, someone in that environment, not some random person on Twitter. And she was... Completely normal. Yeah, they weren't seeing each other in real life, but grew close – at least from his side. Something would surely slip up and he would notice. She sometimes said she's tired and often was going on or coming back from training when they texted or talked, but it's just an elite sport. She was looking completely normal. Skinny, fit, but normal. Also, he – and most probably all of those people on the internet – didn't know how the training looks. There are surely many exercises they do. Like stretching, she often texts while stretching, and it's not that tiring like jumping, but is also addressed by her as 'training'.

And the last thing, what he himself went through since childhood. It wasn't easy, but is clearly paying off now. His dad was harsh, but now he can fulfill his dreams. Just as she is obviously fulfilling hers.

That was what made it conflicting and didn't let him form a straight judgement in his head. If the things people were saying were true, it wasn't a good environment and Ama might have – or still do – suffer from that. But even if he acknowledges that, he's still justifying his own path through the sport.

Those two opinions just don't match.

And probably won't anytime soon. Especially without any clear info, and he won't be asking her that, for many reasons.

Amaliya, not even knowing about the post, obviously also didn't know that Max saw it, and read comments under it that caught his interest. She was coming back from training in the early evening, not scrolling through her phone or listening to music, as she didn't feel like it. She felt worse than usual, maybe she overdid it. All she wanted was to lay down, didn't even have to shower – though it would be pretty nice after the training...

She looked through her bag, searching for keys as she was almost at the building, and then her phone rang. She didn't expect anyone particular while reaching for it. A quick glance on the screen told her it's her brother.

With a heavy sigh – that turned into a cough – she picked up and raised her phone to the ear.

"Hello?" she murmured, coming back to searching for the keys.

"Do you want good news or bad news first?" a familiar voice filled her ear, but she didn't really focus on it. She chose the right key and opened the door, already annoyed by all the stairs she has to climb.

"Whatever." she answered bluntly, going up.

"Hey, what's wrong? You sound... Pretty bad, sis."

"I just overdid it. Went to train today instead of accepting a day off, and well..." she coughed again. She put keys in a bag for a moment, to take out a water bottle, as she felt dryness in her throat. "But tomorrow I have the whole day to myself, so it's gonna be alright. Don't worry. What's up?"

"Then maybe first the good news. You're great, we all were already together at the day of your free skate and congrats sis, now officially an Olympian. And the second good news: A Christmas gift is on the way, should reach you soon."

Despite how she felt, bad, tired and annoyed while opening doors with one hand, Amaliya couldn't help but smile at that. At someone being proud of her. At remembering her despite that they were growing up mostly apart, at how close they still managed to be. She could already imagine how problematic that gift would be to open, but that actually made it better. Will help her for a moment pull thoughts away from skating. Just like any conversation with Max also does.

"And the bad ones?" she dropped her bag in the hallway and leaned against the wall.

"I got into a pretty heated argument with mother and might have ruined Christmas Eve. So you haven't missed much."

"That doesn't sound like bad news to me."

"I didn't plan to argue on such a day. Wanted to just keep an eye on mother, but well..."

"I bet I'd explode even faster than you, don't worry. Whatever you said, she deserved that. I'm more worried about how dad reacted..." she murmured the last sentence, finally reaching to the zip to take off her thick jacket.

"You have time for a longer talk?"

"Yeah, just let me take my shoes off and brew some tea."

And they talked. Pretty long, as at the end of it Amaliya was already laying in bed and as soon as they finished, she turned–off the bedside lamp, grabbed the cactus plushie and turned on her side, hugging it tight and pulling the duvet up to her chin.

~

It cost her everything to not scoff and snap back an equally rude reply. Instead, she quickly moved to his side, raised her phone and took a selfie before he was ready for it.

"Hey! No, again!"

She giggled, looking to the side at his offended face, but complied.

"Can I post it later?" she asked, despite that both of them were used to people (and especially media) posting them without permission. Yet she'd feel bad if she did that without asking first. It was common decency, not much, but important to her.

"Sure, tag me." Max smiled back at her. Oh well, getting her instagram was easy.

* * *

In the late evening of the same day, Amaliya still wasn't sleeping. Bright light from her phone's screen lit up her face in the dark room, while she was scrolling through the photos from this day. Always the same problem with posting - what to choose? She sighed and another few minutes passed before she made up her mind.

@ amaliya.svetlanova *carousel of 4 photos: – selfie from above with dad and passes – Amaliya drinking coffee in Red Bull hospitality – selfie with Max – of the track, with blurred cars, taken during the free practise*

First day of surprise for my beloved dad! 💕 Thanks to @ redbullracing for making my dad's dream come true and thank you @ maxverstappen1 for the ride (and not killing us), it was fun

She read it one more time like always and clicked the post. Then let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, and put the phone down just to pick it up a minute later, when she remembered the message she forgot to answer.

Zhenya 💅: Johnny misses you 🥺 *a selfie of Evgenia with Amaliya's cactus*

She burst out laughing, covering her mouth to not be too loud. Ah, her beloved plant, that's been with her since she pricked her finger on it one day in the shop. That was destiny. She bought it and for a few months was jokingly offended at it, and then it bloomed. And she could no longer even pretend in that dumb way that she's mad. She still smiles at herself when she thinks of it, how pathetic it was, but somehow made her heart warm. She liked to think that Johnny apologized for pricking her with blooming, at least that small thing made her days brighter.

How stupid is it that she misses a plant whenever she leaves home?

Ami 🎤: Tell him his mommy misses him too 😭 I hope he behaves???

Zhenya 💅: Of course, he loves his aunt 😚 Zhenya 💅: Anything you'd like to share with us from today? Zhenya 💅: Or maybe just with me, if it's not suitable for the kid's ears...

Amaliya rolled her eyes even though Zhenya obviously couldn't see it. She and her love for gossip, especially about relationships. They have spent so many evenings discussing lives of people they haven't and never will see live – and even more, after Evgenia fell in love for the first time.

Ami 🎤: You and your love for gossip 🙄 Ami 🎤: I feel dead, we will talk tomorrow, okay? There is something to talk about... 🤭

There was not much to speak about – but she smiled stupidly at her phone while writing that – yet she had to write it and leave her hanging, without an answer.

Zhenya 💅: HEY! YOU CAN'T TEASE ME AND LEAVE, AMA, DON'T YOU DARE!!! Zhenya 💅: ANSWER MEEEEE 😭😭😭 The smile on her face grew even wider, seeing how desperate her friend was for the answer she wasn't going to give her now. Before she put her phone screen-down on the nightstand, she saw it light up with notifications.

To be honest, when the morning came she forgot she left her hanging. She already got into the pace of the next day and didn't really check her phone until breakfast. Or rather, pushing food her dad brought them when she already went to sit at one of the tables, around the plate. It was way more than she's used to eating and once again she will have to come up with something, so her dad won't start worrying.

"You don't like it?" there it is, he asked. Without worrying edge yet though.

"No, no! Just a bit too much for me, I'm not two meters tall, you know?" she attempted to turn it into a joke. After a short smile, she glanced at her phone laying on the left of her plate and unlocked it.

"Even while eating?"

"I'll just check the comments." she pouted, knowing perfectly well how it works on her dad.

Comments under her newest post looked just how she could imagine it: – last place I expected to see her

– HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTEO BERLUSCONI 🇮🇹 ⤷ "thank you for your daughter sir" we all say in unison 🙌 ⤷ she's representing Russia tho... ⤷ so you all forgot she has a brother who recently got into the national team? – aww, so sweet 😭

– YOU'RE ON AUSTRIAN GP?! God listened to my prayers, can I get an autograph If we bump on each other? 🙏 ⤷ @ amaliya.svetlanova: Sure <3 ⤷ I'm jealous, getting an autograph and an answer 💔 – I WOULD SELL MY SOUL FOR THAT PASS. ⤷ meanwhile Ama (probably): Why people watch cars ride in circles? ⤷ @ amaliya.svetlanova: I might have said that 👀 ⤷ GIRL, ARE YOU ALIVE?! 😭 ⤷ I love you, such a ragebaiter <3 ⤷ who did you tell that to?! We demand a storytime ⤷ why even go there if you don't like it? lol ⤷ can you read? it's for her dad

– Max??? What kind of crossover is this?

– Ama out there on a side quest before olympics

– confirmed: after winning olympics ama will move to F1 ⤷ @ amaliya.svetlanova: on my way to set a record of the shortest F1 career – MAX LIKED ⤷ obviously, she tagged him??? ⤷ let me dream

"They wish you a happy birthday." she told her dad, glancing up from her phone and taking a bite of the sandwich.

"They can be sweet sometimes."

"Sometimes?" she raised an eyebrow, expecting an explanation.

"Once I gave my shirt away after a won match and started smelling it obsessively. And it's one of the lighter stories." he shrugged as if it was already completely normal for him.

Amaliya couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

"And I thought getting flowers from a random person who somehow got on the ice was strange." she managed to say between chuckles.

Remembering it now was a funny story, but back then she was rather scared. People throwing gifts on the ice was normal, but some guy getting on the ice to give her a bouquet? She was still wondering how no one stopped him. Though back then her main concern was her safety. She took the bouquet of course, to not enrage the guy, but didn't take it home.

"Some can be quite crazy. Your mother was jealous many times when we got together."

But still didn't appreciate you – she thought, but bit her tongue to not say anything. Better to not start this topic again, they don't need argues today, on the day of his birthday. Her gaze traveled back to her phone, scrolling through a few more comments and answers, adding some from herself as well.

– @ redbullracing: Pleasure is all ours, pass on best wishes from us 🔥 ⤷ @ amaliya.svetlanova: Done. You made him at least 5 years younger 😂

– @ maxverstappen1: You didn't scream ⤷ @ amaliya.svetlanova: Told you ⤷ excuse me, what happened there? 😏😂 ⤷ spill the tea! ⤷ rather: spill the red bull! Haha, ha... ⤷ OH, HELLO MAX 😍 ⤷ unexpected but a welcome one ⤷ kinda ship it – Max in the comments 😭💙 ⤷ guys, she is also sponsored by Red Bull, it's as simple as that. ⤷ I don't care, love this random duo

– Ama, if you have any more content with Max please don't gatekeep

"Red Bull also wishes you all the best. Glad you enjoy the weekend."

She completely ignored over a hundred replies to Max's comment. Her dad wouldn't care about it anyway, yeah?

"Never enjoyed retirement more." he said bluntly – making Amaliya laugh again – eating what was left on his plate and only then Amaliya realised how much of a slow eater she was. Or he was a fast eater. "What?"

"How did you eat it so fast?"

"I was hungry. And not focused on my phone."

"It's part of my job, building community. That's how you then get more sponsors." she explained shrugging.

She was well aware her career in figure skating wouldn't last forever and didn't know how much more. Probably not to the next Olympic cycle. By that time she'll have to find another occupation. Yeah, she might still do shows and stay close to the sport as a commentator or coach, she'd like to do more than that. Maybe start her own brand? And for that she doesn't only need money, but people who'd like to buy something created by her.

"Yeah? And how popular you are, my champion?"

"Almost one and a half million followers, thank you very much." she pouted, but then noticed that her dads expression changed from amused to surprised.

"That's much."

"For a figure skater especially. I told you I'm treating it seriously."

"Whatever's your final goal, I'm one hundred percent sure you'll achieve it. As always."

She smiled at that, happy to have such support from him. They spoke more, until Amaliya finally decided she couldn't fit any more food in her stomach. She got up to take plates away, where they're supposed to be left, and was already on her way back, when stumbled across a chiller cabinet full with Red Bull drinks. She immediately remembered still not answering Evgenia.

Why did she get reminded of it while seeing energy drinks? Evgenia happened to have an unhealthy love for them. Especially close to competitions and on competition day, having them instead of breakfast. Or coffee. Energy drinks and coffee, two things she consumed the most.

Ami 🎤: *photo of a chiller cabinet full of Red Bull energy drinks* Zhenya 💅: Omg, that's heaven Zhenya 💅: But don't think I forgot about what you told yesterday. Still waiting.

Ami 🎤: Actually, that was nothing. I just wanted to tease you

Zhenya 💅: No no no, I saw you post, and read comments Zhenya 💅: Tell the truth, remember I have Johnny.

Ami 🎤: Low blow.

Amaliya shook her head and walked back to the table, or rather to her dad who stood by it, and then after him she left the restaurant in the hospitality area.

Zhenya 💅: Still waiting

Ami 🎤: For nothing. I was just driven around the track by a driver, that's all

Zhenya 💅: And you were sitting in complete silence 🙄

Ami 🎤: No, but it was a normal conversation. He was just a little annoyed I wasn't scared, so he took me on a second lap, but I still didn't scream

Zhenya 💅: You could have pretend a little, his poor ego will remember it forever

Ami 🎤: 😂

Zhenya 💅: But was he like... You know, nice, funny or anything?

Ami 🎤: A normal, chill guy.

There was a silence from Evgenia's side for a long time and she was confused. Every time three dots appeared and just a moment later disappeared. What she was thinking about, that she couldn't utter?

Finally, an answer came. And she didn't know if she should burst out laughing, cry or just blush and shove her phone into the pocket, not answering anymore.

Zhenya 💅: After a consultation with Johnny, we think you're lying. Zhenya 💅: Answer us Zhenya 💅: I remind you we saw your post AND comments

Ami 🎤: People in the comments shipped me with my brother, because they didn't know we are related Ami 🎤: But if you have to know... She kept her in suspense for a few moments, before adding bluntly:

Ami 🎤: He is just a normal, kind guy, who likes to joke a little

She saw three dots appear instantly, but didn't wait anymore, putting the phone back in the pocket and focusing back on spending this time in the best way with her dad. Also, she already knew Evgenia will interrogate her when she comes back to Moscow.

Meanwhile, Max once again opened her post and scrolled through the comments. He rarely commented, but this time did, hoping for... Okay, he doesn't exactly know what he was hoping for. Starting a conversation? In the comments? Sure. Perfect place. Reminding her of him? He's in one of the photos, that's enough of a reminder.

'It was fun'. 'Told you'. That's all? There is no room for answer there. Everything ended even before it started.

And she didn't even follow him. What is the meaning of this? Why not?

He clicked back to her profile. Profile picture probably from some campaign, too professionally taken. And bio. Amaliya Svetlanova-Berlusconi Figure Skater, Miss Triple-A JGPF 🥇🥈 Junior Worlds 🥇🥈 GPF 🥇🥈🥈 Worlds 🥇🥈🥈 Europeans 🥇🥇🥈

And contact info below. Quite the achievements, he had to admit, even if he had no idea what competition is 'GPF'. Or what 'Miss Triple-A' means. Is that a nickname?

He will check all of these later.

* * *

The weekend passed way too fast. Even if she wasn't there out of interest, she still enjoyed it. Well, she probably would prefer most things over inevitably going back to training, which is probably going to be even harder as the Olympic season gets closer and closer.

She had to break in new skates and this alone made her not want to come to the training complex. But she knew she had to, and she was already there. Just a few steps away from the entrance, skating bag over her shoulder, taking slow steps, as she still had some time when she glanced at her phone.

She sighed loudly, deciding to finally make it inside, but when she raised her head, she saw her mother standing there.

"What are you doing here?" Amaliya asked immediately, a sharp edge to her tone.

"I was worried about you. How are you doing? Where do you live? You don't answer calls nor texts"

I didn't tell you where I live, so you won't descend on me like you do right now.

She wasn't buying that fake concern even for a moment.

"I was tired." that was only half-lie, as she was truly a bit tired, as she was never able to sleep during flights. In a car? Sure. But in a plane? Never. Even if she was dead on her feet.

"Oh, sweetie... You know you can–"

"What do you want from me?" she cut her mother off and switched the conversation towards the point – even though she herself hadn't seen it. "Money? Forget it– Or no, you know what?" she reached into her bag, taking the wallet out, and out of it a banknote. She threw it at Anna. "Treat yourself with some nice vodka and don't bother me anymore."

"How dare you speak to me like that?" Anna was furious, yet she picked the cash from the pavement.

"How dare you follow me as if we have some unfinished business?"

"If not me, you wouldn't have the money you dare to throw in my face!" Anna raised her voice, which only provoked Amaliya further. Won't be the first time they have a heated argument.

"Oh, and what did you do? Force me into fulfilling your dreams? Broke up the family? Spent money on pleasures?" she said with a condescending tone. She couldn't help it, but took pleasure from her mother's anger, when after all these years, she finally may get back at her.

"I was toiling on two shifts to make a living for us!"

"If you hadn't been squandering dad's money, you wouldn't have had to! You think I don't know? He sent money for our life here. Enough to pay for the apartment, my sport, and our living here. But instead of that, you spent it on designer handbags, clothes, and shoes! On hairdressers! On beauticians! And me?! I had to borrow skates from girls who had just finished training because mine were broken! Or skate in broken-down ones! Have you forgotten that's how my problems with ankle started? My first injury? Which would never have happened if I'd got new skates!"

Amaliya had to hold back really hard, in order to not fully scream at her mother in front of the training complex. The last thing she wanted was for someone to get involved in this. Or seeing her in such a state, remembering all the bad things that happened to her because of her supposed to be mother.

"From then on, dad paid for our apartment in advance and paid directly to the club to make sure the money went to my training. What was left was for food, and that's when your problems began, because you couldn't buy things!" Amaliya continued, and couldn't hold it back any longer. As she was forcing herself not to scream, she eventually started laughing without even a shadow of humour, throwing her arms up. "That's when you went to work to afford those rags!" she reached and tugged at her mother's blouse.

"You have no right to call me out on it when you're dressed like that!" in answer, Anna tugged at Amaliya's jacket, which also wasn't from a common store.

"I do, because I earned these things myself!" she pushed Anna away. "I paid for them with hard work, labour, no friends outside the club, and my health! I'll spend them on whatever I want, and you'll never see them again! I won't support you, your whims, and your alcoholism! And neither will dad!"

"Your father didn't give a damn about you!"

"How dare you?! It's because of you that I grew up practically without a father and brother!" she felt tears gathering in her eyes, though she couldn't say if those were tears of anger or sadness, when she remembered about all the lost time.

"You don't say!" Anna spit ironically. "But you still treat them better than me! You take your father to a Formula One weekend, I wonder what your little brother will get from you on his birthday. And me?! You never gave me anything!"

"If your own child doesn't even give you a birthday card, that should give you pause!" Amaliya took a step towards her and jabbed her chest with an index finger. "And don't bother me or dad ever again." she wasn't screaming anymore, but it was even worse, because her tone was colder than the ice rink she was heading to.

"What did you tell him? Hm?"

Oh, she dared to be upset? Offended? That she might not be able to use Matteo's feelings anymore? How much more twisted can a person be?

"The truth. I can't wait for him to finally find someone worthwhile, someone who will love him, not his money." she said and took a step away, heading to the entrance. Suddenly she couldn't wait to go to training.

"No... Amunia, don't say that... I'm your mom! You can't leave me!"

You're so pathetic.

But she stopped. And turned, remaining silent for a few long seconds, just looking at her with a mix of pity, disgust and regret of all that could be but never was.

"The only thing you've done for me that I can thank you for, is giving birth to me. I don't care what happens to you." saying this felt liberatingly and cruelly at the same time. Somewhere deep inside, she still had a pang of sympathy for her, just because she was her mother. It felt so unfair she had to feel it. "I won't lift a finger, even if you're starving, freezing on the street, or begging for money for meds. I hate you and I don't want you in my life."

"If not me, you'd be no one!" Anna took a step, and then Amaliya moved even closer to the entrance, her hand already going to the handle.

"Or in a different sport." she shrugged. "Or at university. Or maybe starting my own brand? We will never know, because you chose for me." she opened the door and walked in.

"Because you have to start early in this sport! Amalka, stop! Come back right now!"

Amaliya didn't come back. Didn't even look over her shoulder. She had to go on training, clear her thoughts from all this mess her mother brought, or she'll go crazy. Everything was so well until she saw her. She knows she's a bad person, and doesn't deserve her family. But that unfair attachment that was there, just because she's the one who brought her into the world – and shared a few nice memories, she couldn't ignore that detail – was annoying her.

Because he's so tall and Amaliya barely over one hundred sixty centimeters, hugs with dad always felt like in childhood. When he brought her close to his chest, how she felt she might hide in him and the world around meant nothing. Despite living in Moscow with mother since she was three, she grew to be closer with her dad and brother than mother. Especially when she got old enough to understand things and get irritated and Anna's actions. And maybe because her time with dad and brother was so limited, she cherished it so much more than she ever cared for time with mother. 

"Why do I feel like you get smaller every time we meet?" he said, ruffling her hair lovingly. 

"You think that because I'm taller in skates." she rolled her eyes, gently pushing his hand away. 

The truth was, she probably was a bit smaller, but not like he probably thought. She lost a few hundred grams since they last saw each other. It wasn't so visible, but that's the only thing that could have him confused. Or maybe just because they seldom see each other.

"Still taller than your mom."

He was the only one who still spoke about Anna like this. Amaliya and Leonardo most often chose to not speak about their other parent, but if they had to, they were very serious about it, 'Mother'. Never 'mom', 'mommy'. Not how a child should speak about its parent. And between each other sometimes even used her name. 

"Can we go?" 

They went out, grabbing some coffee on the way - she was slowly turning into Evgenia, with how much coffee she consumpted on a daily basis. Outside the airport, her dad led her to the place where he parked the car he rented for the weekend. She couldn't say what it was, besides that it was black and pretty. Enough for her. She doesn't have a-

"How's your driving license?"

-driving license anyway. Yeah... She knew that question was coming, but didn't expect it so quickly. They got her suitcase to the trunk and she managed to get on the passenger seat, and that's the first thing she heard.

"I told you I'm doing it after the next season. Now I have to focus on the Olympics, not some badge that will let me drive around. And I don't really need it, I live near the training complex."

"You'd have already done it or be close to the end." she rolled her eyes at these words. "You'll put it off for after the next season, and the next season, and-"

"Okay okay, I got the hint. But it's only Leo's fault, because he didn't let me try in his precious car. As if I wouldn't be much more delicate with it than he is." she explained herself while fastening the belt. 

Oh, Leo loved his cars. The ones he got from dad on his eighteen birthday – also the day when he got the license – and on making it to the national team, and the first one he bought himself... And he wouldn't let her try it.

"I said I can teach you, if you want to try before going to the course."

She also knew that line was coming.

"Oh no no, you'll judge me." she said immediately, looking outside the window at Vienna, when Matteo drove and they were slowly getting further and further away from the airport. 

"I won't say anything!"

"It's just the look, dad." she turned on the seat and looked at him closely, despite the fact that he could only glance at her at the red light. "That's enough to make me feel like the biggest disappointment in the room."

"I'm sorry." he said, but couldn't keep a straight face, as her complaint amused him. "So... How's your new place?"

She was thankful that he didn't push on the driving license. Though her peace was probably only temporary, because she had a feeling that this talk will lead to the topic of her mother either way. 

"Everything done – well, I hope I didn't forget about anything. Already had a sleepover with Zhenya, so... Great."

"And how did mom take your moving out?"

There it is. And she's already getting irritated, and she absolutely will not hold back her nerves, nor opinions on this topic. No matter how much she loves dad and doesn't want to make him feel bad, especially just before his birthday.  

"Not happy. But been like this since my money is mine." she shrugged, eyeing at him, to see how he reacts. 

"You grew so quickly, mostly raised by her, try to be understanding."

"What kind of pathetic excuse is that?" Amaliya scoffed. "When will you finally divorce her? You don't even speak with each other!"

"We do. Sometimes..."

"When she asks for money?" she crossed her arms and sank more into the seat. She had to look out of the window, to not get irritated more or break at the look on his naively hopeful face.

When Anna left with daughter to Moscow – after a long fight over it – you couldn't say they were in a bad position, barely living or anything else like that. Ama's dad sent money so they would live comfortably. And it wasn't a small amount, as figure skating was not a cheap sport, especially when you go to a school like Sambo-70. And when you're not sponsored by the country or any company. 

But somehow, it was never enough. And Amaliya knew exactly why: her mother loved luxury just as much as the thought of her daughter becoming an Olympic champion one day, in a sport she always dreamed of but never could do. But her life led her to a great volleyball player falling for her and marrying her. Sometimes Amaliya would wonder if those were the best years in her mother's life. When she was spoiled rotten and enjoying attention. 

"Don't speak like that about your mom. We just have a hard time, we will get through it. That's how-"

She already knew what he was going to say: 'That's how love works'. Except that she highly doubted her mother ever had any feelings for him. For his money? Fame? Sure. Was she aware of his feelings? Surely, he laid things straight. And she was vile enough to use them. And here they were now. 

Him – hopelessly in love, believing problems will eventually get solved.

Her – knowing damn well she will never get back together with him, but enjoying how she could keep him so devoted to her despite the years and distance. 

But his money wasn't always enough. Especially when there was a period when he got mad at her... And things were no longer so colourful.

"But she doesn't love you. And she could no longer pretend when you weren't optimistic about moving to Russia so I can train."

Amaliya once was deeply in thought about whether her mother loved her at all or was she only the tool to fulfill Anna's childhood dreams. She couldn't be sure of that, but the other thing was obvious for her – her mother preferred her over Leo. When Ama was still little, she'd push so much on leaving Italy and moving to Russia, so Ama can become a great figure skater. What absolutely didn't matter, was the fact that Leo at this time was already training and enjoying volleyball. And their dad would gladly guide him through the path he once walked. 

Anna didn't like it. 

"One day, when you fall in love, you'll understand." he said finally, his tone a little sharper, wanting to end this discussion – despite that he was the one who started it. He regretted that. Hoped, that maybe finally someone will take his side. But no. Both of his children continued to tell to give up on their mother, divorce her and don't waste any more time and money on her. 

Amaliya didn't say anything else. She herself was a little sad, that she once again made her dad miserable. She couldn't help but hope that eventually the scales will fall from his eyes and he'll choose himself and his own happiness. God, maybe even meet someone new? There surely were many women who would treat him much better. And she knows he would give all of himself back. 

"How are you before the next season?"

She breathed out quietly, thankful he changed the topic. 

"Polishing new programmes. There is still a little work with them. Then skating camp, then test skates... Typical, just with Olympic pressure."

"No, how are you feeling, not how things are."

Silence fell between them for a short while, when Amaliya didn't know what to say. How did she actually feel? To be completely honest: tired. And pressured. For two seasons the only major competition she won – beside qualifying events to the Grand Prix Final – were this year's European Championships. 

Often she'd tell herself that it's nothing. She already got everything in her senior debut season. But it still sting, she skated to win, not for the sole joy of it. Also because those losses (if you see second places as a loss) were not entirely her fault. Yes, she sometimes missed a jump, triple axel to be precise. But she was pushing through an ankle injury. Also had a minor knee one, and almost broke an arm during the work to restore the jump. 

Not to mean losing passion in the middle of her second season in seniors, when all her minor mistakes were called out or exaggerated, but her teammate's not. And her component score wasn't satisfying, but the more she tried the worse it was. If not for some things, she might have quit completely at some point. Luckily she's still here, positive about qualifying to the Olympic team.

"A bit stressed, but overall positive. Working on a new jump, so a few new bruises, but that's simply the process." she said finally, deciding to not make him unnecessary worry about her. 

"Oh, you invented a new jump?" there was a joking edge in his voice. She smiled at it, it meant he's not gonna dig into the more nasty stuff. 

"No." she chuckled shortly. "I see younger girls at the rink do quads, and I'm currently working on a quad toe. I still miss some rotation, but it's gonna be mine. Hopefully even before the Olympics. And then... Maybe more."

"You're just as masochistic as me."

She burst out laughing and pushed his shoulder, light enough to make sure they're not getting into an accident before they even arrive at their destination. 

* * *

In the afternoon, when they arrived, even before checking in at the hotel, they went to pick up their passes. And that was the moment, her dad's eyes lit up like she never saw before. Not every fan has the opportunity to be one of the teams' guest for the weekend. He already knew he'll never bin this, that's gonna hang next to the medals – that statement had her laughing. 

Friday was the day, when everything started to feel truly real. At least to Matteo, because Amaliya didn't have problems believing it since the moment she got a positive answer to her request. But that was probably because she wasn't really into it. To be honest, she simply wouldn't have two or more free hours to watch. But her dad, oh... He loved yapping about it and she couldn't force herself to interrupt him when he did. 

Especially when she happened to visit him on a day of a race. She sat on the couch, not really understanding or knowing who is who, but her dad gladly explained. Even used words she didn't even know existed. And names. Lots of names that told her nothing, but yeah '...is eventually gonna be a champion, I'm telling you' or '...just has bad luck' or '...why is even driving?'. She just nodded, accepted and started tapping her nails against the armrest of the couch so she wouldn't reach for the phone. 

Not that it was boring just... Okay, for her, not understanding what's going on and what team radios or commentators are talking about, it was a little. But she watched and admired like an elite athlete another athletes. 

Also, she just enjoyed watching her dad happy. How he was smiling and looking everywhere, when they got a tour around the paddock. The only bad part was that she didn't know how she's gonna beat this gift next year. Especially with the hot lap incoming. 

That particular part got her interested too. It would probably excite most people, being driven around the track in a sports car by a professional racing driver, yet personally, she attributed it to the fact of being that 'masochist' as an athlete, and hungry for adrenaline. Something like breaking another mind barrier. Like when going for a new jump or with more rotations, or restoring them after an injury. There is this rush of adrenaline alongside a bit of fear. And well, you either fall and hit the ice with your ass, hip or whatever, or land stable or somewhat stable. Frustrated and disappointed vs happy and excited. In either outcome: if you have strength left, you'll go for it again. 

Despite being thrilled, she pushed her dad to go first. Meanwhile she stood aside and held her phone up, recording everything, to have this precious memory safe.

When the car was away, she didn't really pay attention to the people around her, instead scrolling through her Instagram, checking how her latest posts did. If someone came up to her and started talking, maybe even recognized her, she'd of course speak back. But she didn't really feel like socializing with those around her here. 

Eventually her time was coming. Her dad, coming out of the car was smiling from ear to ear – though shaking a little, she noticed that. She could bet it for him it felt just as good as getting the olympic medal. 

"You look around twenty years younger." she joked, putting on a helmet. 

"Rather should be ten years older." he answered, but a smile wasn't getting out of his face. But even now, feeling like in a dream, he looked at his daughter and one of his first thoughts was to take out his phone and take pictures of her. Actually, he did that even before they walked through the gates. Not because she would ask him for some pictures either way, so she could post them later, but because he also wanted these memories to be safe. So he'll be able to look at the photos later and invoke this whole weekend. 

And simply: he just loved her. His beloved little girl (doesn't matter she's an adult, she's still eight, with a little bun, telling him over video call she just landed triple salchow for the first time). 

When she got into the car, she was immediately greeted with:

"You're that athlete?"

She didn't even have a chance to reach for the belt. She turned to her left and met a pair of blue eyes looking at her closely. 

"No 'Hello', introducing yourself, 'How are you?', 'Your dad is a professional yapper'? Damn, what's going on with this world..." she mumbled, but in an obviously joking tone, maybe feeling a bit too comfortable for someone who is about to get pressed into the seat. 

"Hello, Max Emilian Verstappen, how are you, and your dad is actually a nice conversation partner." he said and extended his hand toward her. A playful smile lingering at the corner of his lips. 

"Amaliya Svetlanova-Berlusconi if we are being so precise." she took his hand and shook it, just after that finally reaching for the belt. 

"Everything comfortable and secure?" he leaned a bit, reaching for the strap under her chin that's holding the helmet, to check in himself. "Belt fastened?"

"No, why would I?" she dragged the 'no' way longer than necessary, only adding to the sarcastic tone. "I'll just hold onto something."

"Actually, I'd like to see it." he answered after chuckling, and started the car. "So... What sport was it?"

Max asked it casually, so she couldn't know he wanted to keep up the conversation, despite the fact that she may have problems answering when the speed hits. He's rather simple and straightforward, and won't try to deny what he first thought when she turned to him: That's a pretty girl. 

Amaliya looked nothing like her Italian dad. Her hair was light blonde, lonely strands styled in waves, the rest in a loose braid. Though when he looked at it, he could see another little braid braided into the bigger one. Her skin was paler, and her eyes weren't dark brown like Matteo's, but grey. Like, truly grey, standing out even more because of the mascara she put on her lashes. 

That was the bare minimum she had to have anytime she left home or hotel: waterproof mascara, highlighter and lipgloss (dry lips are a serious thing at the rink). Okay, when she went on training she wasn't putting make-up on except for something to keep her lips moisturized. But other than that? Come on, she has to look good. It's important! That's one of the only things she agreed on with her mother. 

"Figure skating." she answered shortly, not really helping the conversation to keep going. 

"So you fall often?" Max teased, couldn't help it but wanted to rile her up a bit and see a reaction. 

"Not more often than you crash."

I have no idea how often he crashes. 

A sharp snap back, but he liked that.

"Oh, you're also a fan? I needn't have introduced myself."

"No. I have better things to do than watch cars ride in circles." she said that at the exact moment of the first turn and wasn't prepared for the invisible force to push her to the side.  

"Such as?"

Okay, she didn't expect to hear a question, rather a long monologue about how it's actually not just riding in circles and there are much more layers to it. Obviously, she was aware of that from all the times her dad spoke about Formula One, but Max couldn't know that. Well, unless her dad somehow thought it's a perfect thing to say. 

"Currently? Training for the Olympics."

"Currently, we're riding in circles."

She was about to say something alongside with raising an index finger, but she caught herself not knowing what to say for a moment, and also her body moving to the side, because again she didn't focus to try and be ready for the G force.

"It's a day off, it doesn't count."

"You said you had better things to do-" Max couldn't help but smile at that exchange, even more, when she didn't let him finish. 

"It's dad's birthday gift, so it's an exception." she interrupted him. "By the way, thanks for not killing him."

"And you? What about killing you?" he quickly added the second sentence, realising she might not understand what he meant. 

"Me? Oh, if I die I'll simply haunt you. If he died, I'd have to take revenge and then probably face legal consequences. I prefer the first outcome."

Funny, how you can have a simple, teasing conversation while going much faster than on a superhighway. Not to mention the turns. There was a moment of silence, before Max mentioned exactly those turns. 

"You okay? Any nausea?"

"My labyrinthus is much stronger than that, don't worry."

He glanced at her quickly. She was taking it way too well. Not that he'd prefer to have her vomiting, absolutely not! Just... She was really calm, as if they were going back from a supermarket instead of entering corners at crazy speed in a supercar. Most were screaming from time to time, or at least visibly stressed despite enjoying it. She was... Just enjoying it. And teasing back when he tried to rile her up. 

"Cocky." he answered shortly, again glancing at her. 

"Oh, and who says that?" Amaliya also had to admit she enjoyed it. She expected she'll, but actually experiencing it was so good, much better than she thought. "You have to be a little cocky when you're about to perform with thousands of eyes watching you, judging, and throwing opinions, even if they don't know what they're talking about."

"You don't even know how aware I am of that."

"You sometimes scowl at the opponents?" she asked, genuinely curious of the answer. Yet before he could answer, she continued, giving a little background why she even asked that. "I was taught to do that. I have to devour them with my eyes, so they know who's going to take the medal."

"Yes, probably also unintentionally. But can't say I was taught that. It just comes." he hit the gas on the straight. 

It took her only a moment to realise something. 

"Weren't you supposed to stop?"

"You didn't scream." he shrugged, as if that was typical he would go for the second lap, instead of finishing after one, how he was supposed to. But the schedule wasn't that tight, so a bit over a minute won't hurt him nor race preparation. 

"So you're kidnapping me?"

"Challenging your labyrinthus, yes."

Even if she didn't want to, she had to admit this second lap hit her harder than the first one, in the best way possible.