Sentimental offside
heavy metal door, the buzz of co
ning facility. The Red Star locker room felt like a frozen bunker, both in temperature and in a
Her sneakers squeaked faintly as she stepped inside, but no one moved to
act of defiance. Lana, the captain. Mila recognized her from the scouting files. A seaso
said with a smal
sound of someone zip
she tried again.
fed, murmuring something in Serb
mpty bench near the back. She sat down, pulled off her hoodie, and focuse
brushed past Mila without looking at her. Another muttered som
the message was clear:
silence turned into something sha
ed up and
. He wasn't tall, not by Serbian standards, but there was a presenc
ing at each player. His eyes skipped
gaze. Just
eting, not a nod. Just that unrea
he barked, then t
ila followed, unsure whether sh
squeaky floorboards, and banners from past glories that l
s," Mark
he cold wasn't helping. The others surged ahead,
drill wa
," Marko announce
staste. "Super," she mu
Hard, fast. Mila adjusted quickly to the rhythm-th
nced off Mil
arko's voi
ved the bal
-rhythm fake. Mila caught
ach time Mila adapted, Lana foun
watched i
arko blew
. Next
d away, ja
elt a bead of sweat drip dow
Ten makes each
but passed the ball mechanically. Mila's first shots were off-too f
is
ai
is
ythm. Mila glanced at her-there was no smile,
ess?
the sc
atched the others move with smooth, almost telepathic unders
nally called in
Sub in f
t. No nod. Just
n the court, n
on her si
la cut to the right, sig
ball came-hard and fast, low. She bent to catc
e drove.
oc
r brushed hers
whi
scrambled. Late by a
said n
e ended. Mil
ked onto
ing the group. "We don't win w
u-slow your game down. Thi
was veiled,
ed once,
ered under
histle. "Cool do
grown deeper. Mila took a shower quickly, wr
her. No one of
silence, packed h
er, close enough t
in accented English. "Bu
he was
d. She refused to
her hoodie over her head and started the walk to
e buildings tired. A city trying to r
the
her c
e, like
being benched forever. If th
attle had gone to t
f Cha
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