The hall in Moscow was stunning in size. However, this wasn't what attracted the most, but the fact that the last world championship fights were to take place inside. The entrance boiled with joyful shouts and greetings. She looked out of one of the windows. Saw three teams - White Tigers from Asia, All Stars from America and the contenders for the title, Bladebreakers. She went down to the main entrance, zipped up her fur vest, and opened the wide entrance.
- Hello everyone to the Moscow arena! - she greeted them cheerfully.
- Oh gosh! - the pink-haired girl with eyes as gold as two coins sighed happily.
- I do not believe! - a red-haired goggles in a sports tracksuit joined her.
- Something happened? - she asked, concerned at their reaction.
- You are Nadia Koroliov! - one squeaked.
- That skater! - the other added.
- Yes...
They looked harmless, but their enthusiasm was overwhelming. She knew who they were. The pink-haired cutie in a white blouse and pants is Marriah Wong, a member of the White Tiger team. A gifted, though quite hot-tempered and young girl. The redhead with glasses is a popular tennis player, and at the same time the only girl in the group of Stars, Emily Watson. Intelligent, focused on numbers. She has seen games played in their countries. If they put in their effort to work on their own weaknesses, they could really achieve a lot.
- Beautiful and talented! - exploded simultaneously. - IDEAL!
- Let me guess, would you like an autograph? - she asked politely.
They nodded eagerly. She took out a notebook and a pen from her pocket, with which she signed the dedication to both girls with sweeping movements. As soon as they received the cards, they both squealed with joy that such a famous person knew their name. Immediately behind them, a tall, brown-haired young man in a baseball cap grew up. He pushed the girls out of the way, then took her hand gallantly and bowed low. She felt a warm kiss against her skin. Admitted silently that the gesture made her laugh. Michael Summers, captain of the American team, baseball player. A little prideful, conceited, he made up for in personal charm.
- It is very nice to meet a beautiful lady... - he muttered, looking at her with a gaze that could melt the largest glacier. - Sorry for my hyperactive friend. Emily can be annoying at times. Why don't you let me invite you for coffee as an apology?
- The thresholds are too high... - she heard a firm voice behind her back.
She turned abruptly, tearing her hand away from the American's grasp. He stood behind her with his team. Tall, calm, but his face was a bit fierce, staring implacably at the young man in the cap. He took her with this gesture and cheered her up, but she didn't show it, maintaining professionalism. She looked at him a bit. Customary in sports, close-fitting burgundy pants with black wide trims, a white shirt, a green vest, this time covered with a black coat, and sporty, slightly massive shoes.
- Was it a hint of jealousy, Robert? - she asked, walking up to him with a slight smile.
- Where from?! Some people just need to be shown where they belong. - he replied coldly.
- What about this, elegant? - the baseball player growled.
- You see, Michael...me and Robert are a couple. - she explained innocently, stepping between them to avoid a clash.
The boy looked deeply devastated, while her companion seemed to be celebrating a mute triumph. She noticed Oliver's encouraging smile. Probably only he, one of the other three Majestics, had seen things between her and the proud German. He seemed to be secretly crossing fingers for her, while Enrique tried to charm her and Johnny continued to pout. As soon as the baseball player shuffled to his consoling colleagues, the two girls regained their senses.
- What are you doing here? - the pink-haired girl asked.
- And how do you know our names? - the eyeglass threw down. - Neither introduced themselves.
- I would be a very bad host if I didn't know my guests. - she laughed sharply. - I was asked to open the finals.
- Will you join us in the stands? - Enrique put in, a disarming smile on his face.
- Take a seat for me.
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Robert sat with the rest of the team. There was a seat left between him and Enrique. He looked around the arena. It met all standards and, at the same time, had a certain Russian character. In addition, it was striking in size, not much smaller than the Olympia Stadium. He was very curious about the battlefields that were selected for the occasion. It wasn't long before the commentators and the head referee started the game. He was looking for her figure involuntarily.
- It's time to start! Don't you think? - one of the men said.
- Of course! - the other answered happily. - And do you know who will open today's championship?
- Oh yeah! None other than the Moscow star! Venomously beautiful and unforgiving, like a Siberian winter...
- ...the only representative of the fair sex, who can boast of the championship title of Beyblade solo games!
- Figure skating world champion, Russian representative...
- Nadezhda Ingrid Koroliov! - they both shouted.
She appeared next to the judge, to the great joy of the crowds. She adjusted the microphone attached to her ear while waving at everyone. He was amazed at how simple and elegant she was. Before that, he hadn't paid attention to her outfit, a preoccupied, imposing American. He expected a garish garment, reminiscent of a national flag or Russian folklore, a bit like the one she had come in for the first time. Instead, she chose a white long-sleeved blouse with the ends of a black pleated skirt reaching mid-thigh. Black, opaque tights were hidden in long leather boots with wide uppers and flat heels. The whole thing was completed with a brown, fur vest. Blond locks tied loosely in a braid, draped over one shoulder. Venomously beautiful...a surprisingly accurate word. He couldn't deny her beauty. Oliver whistled appreciatively.
- You admit she has taste. - he whispered to Robert.
- I'm getting jealous, man! - Enrique drawled through his teeth.
- Hello, guests of the Moscow Winter Arena! - she finally screamed, to which the roar of the audience replied. - We are here today to cheer on the teams that want to become the Beyblade champion!
Robert looked around the crowd a bit. All eyes were on her. He wasn't surprised, she drew attention to herself, she could attract like a magnet. Not far from them, he spotted the White Tigers and All Stars teams. Girls who recently harassed her for an autograph almost jumped out of the stands, as did the captain of the America team.
- I won't keep you in suspense any longer. A warm welcome to our championship defenders, Blitzkrieg Boys! - she announced the team, and when they left, the whole hall was boiling up. She waited for the noise to subside a bit, then added - And don't forget the ones discovered in this year's competition! Walking like an icebreaker through the frozen Arctic Ocean, title contenders, Bladebreakers!
The screams intensified again. The judge thanked her, she welcomed each of the competitors separately. He noticed that the champions were rather cool-headed, and so was she. Soon after, she was sitting next to him.
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The fight wasn't looking good. Russian team was well prepared and definitely took advantage of the fact that they were playing on their territory. The arenas were adjusted to strengthen the Blitzkrieg Boys playing on them. The first to stand was blonde, strong and very tall Sergei Pietrov. She frowned. She could have sworn he glanced in her direction. He removed the launcher from his back that looked like an extended shotgun. His opponent turned out to be Kai. She heard that he had an episode of switching to their squad, apparently he returned to where his place was. When the dish was opened, Nadia broke down. The Bladebreakers player had no chance from the very beginning.
- Nadia, is something wrong? - Enrique asked, seeing her reaction.
- Kai will lose...no chance. - she groaned.
- And you know it now? - Johnny was surprised. - "Sixth Sense" again?
- Look at the battlefield. It is filled with water. Sergey's Beast, Seaborg, is a whale. He will be in his element. Dranzer is a fire beast. - she explained.
- He's in a losing position, the chances of winning are less than slim... - Robert finished, looking at her.
She was not mistaken. Kai actually lost, his beast was taken from him. The next one was Boris Kuznetsov, an inconspicuous, pale, fair-haired boy with a poker face. His launcher was also based on a firearm, this time much shorter. Rey, a dark-haired Chinese, was chosen as the opponent. The case looked strange from the beginning. Bladebreakers player weakened with each passing moment, taking more and more serious wounds.
- What's happening? - Jurgens was surprised.
- That's what I told you about. It looks like nothing is happening and the players are badly injured. - she explained with a sigh, resting head on hand. - Boris' Falborg uses strong, cutting gusts of wind.
- It's against the rules! - Oliver huffed.
- Until the tool is visible, there is nothing we can do...
Ray didn't give up until the end. He achieved an amazing bond with the beast - Drigger shielded him with all of himself, dematerialized, and Boris lost the fight, losing his disk at the same time. She covered mouth with hands, terrified of what Kuznetsov had done to his opponent. The black-haired boy was immediately taken to the hospital. One last fight remained. Tyson went out to the battlefield. This time it was a Siberian forest, covered with a layer of snow. Perfect conditions for a white wolf. After two fights there was a draw. Yurij was to decide about the result of the championship. She couldn't look at it, but she had to. Suddenly the entire arena was surrounded by thick icicles.
- Oh no... - she whispered, covering mouth with hand.
- What is this?! - Johnny snapped.
- He moved them... I've only seen this technique once in my life. - she replied. - Whatever happens there, no one will be able to react. Only Yurij can take the dome off.
- It remains to wait and believe that Tyson can do it. - Robert said.
Interestingly, the cameras connecting to the large screens worked properly. They could watch the entire fight. The Bladebreakers player fought bravely, which resulted in a victory. She breathed a sigh of relief seeing him squeeze Yuri's hand. The dome dropped and she looked towards the Blitzkrieg Boys bench. Their coach, Vladimir Volkov, has disappeared. She frowned. Didn't like it. If he were clean, he wouldn't have reacted that way. She tossed these thoughts aside to rejoice with the others of Bladebreakers' victory. After everyone had gone to their buses, she walked over to the Majestics.
- If you want, you can stay overnight at my house. I invite you. - she offered with a smile.
- We'd love to. - Jurgens replied.
- Sorry, but I didn't ask you, Robert. - she laughed lightly. - My parents said that since you are in Moscow, you MUST come. They do not accept refusal.