Bandy 7:9

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After speaking for a while, Danylko said to Illya.

"So you played in the past?"

"As a child, nothing since," Illya admitted sadly.

"One does not forget the moves. Come my friend join our practice."

Before he could refuse, the team had Illya playing along with them. Napoleon watched from the stands enjoying the determination in his partners face, the joy of the game.

Soon Napoleon could see all Illya's training take hold as he whipped around the field, taking the ball in for a goal. His reddened face against his blonde hair stood out in the evening light.