... The movement forced Alina to dissolve in the dance, and apart from the lines of the body, nothing could exist in this world. The music caused impetus in her, and she moved to the beat, creating positions in her beloved samba. Alina felt only the rhythm and breath of THEIR - two. Dima was there, his hands were leading her, and she passionately wanted it to be like this forever.

- Sharper pace! She heard a voice from the side. - Longer step!

Polyakov - their coach, did not let his partners be left alone. His teams on the training ground of the big studio honed their every move. But Alina knew that the trainer was also striving for what she wanted - to make her and Dima One Whole. At least in dance. In life, they will be together anyway.

The music stopped. The practice dance was over. The couple waited for the ratings of their mentor.

- Alina, great! - Polyakov voiced when the dancers left the area. - Dima, softer lines. Too aggressive. And look at her more tender, more feelings!

- Viktor Sergeevich, he looked tenderly, - Alina tried to argue, but Polyakov was cruel in the criteria:

- Rude, I say! He just looks like a dance partner who shot you for the evening, and I need something else - a passion! And do not argue, but rather let it work out artistry. And if he is not in love with you, then let him at least play love.

Alina got angry at her mentor. Deny Dima's feelings for her! They met for two years, and trained together since childhood, becoming an inseparable dance couple.

Polyakov was a top-class specialist. In the past, a famous dancer, he prepared more than a dozen professional athletes and knew everything about dance art. A man of forty-five years of age with a strong-willed face, he still retained his excellent athletic form and enjoyed enormous prestige, both from his students and from all fans of Latin American dances.

- Dima was moving super! - insisted Alina. Polyakov missed her opinion.

“I will try, Viktor Sergeevich,” said Dima, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He was focused, breathed quickly after the dance performed, and the trainer's words caught him, which was noticeable. Alina caught the expression of annoyance on the face of her beloved. - There is something to work, I agree.

- There is no time to work out, - Polyakov announced that Alina and Dima understood themselves. - We leave tomorrow. Today's training is the level you will perform.

The tournament "Autumn Star" starts in three days in the regional center. Alina and Dima have passed the qualifying competition, and now they had to fight for the main prize of the prestigious championship in the Latin American program. They prepared for this class “C” tournament their entire sports career. Is it worth noting that for them will mean victory.

- Nice guys! - I heard an assessment from the side. Lesha silently watched the pair’s training dance and now voiced an approving comment. Tanya - his partner, stood nearby. They were the second pair, the ward Polyakov, and also had to take part in the competition.

“Excellent technique,” ​​Tanya praised.

This pair was their competition.

- Now you, - Polyakov ordered, and Lesha and Tanya went to the studio dance floor. Dima suddenly unexpectedly went into the locker room, deciding not to look at the test dance rivals. Alina did not stop him, realizing that he now needs to be alone. “Winning the tournament for me is all" - she remembered the words that Dima said recently. She herself remained to watch. Wilson Moreira's composition began to play, and another samba dance began.

Alina appreciated how adorable their rivals performed. She couldn’t find fault with anything, the lines were smooth and graceful, the sense of tact was immaculate. Lesha and Tanya moved clearly, danced, easily conveying all the eroticism of the Brazilian dance.Alex was the leader in this pair, it was he who set the tone, and Tanya tried to match his level. Alina once again noted the skill of this guy. Modest and responsive in life, not as handsome as her Dima, but handsome, Alexey on the court turned into a macho hero, able to conquer with his every movement. Alina involuntarily admired. But Polyakov found a way to find fault here, criticizing mainly Tanya. Metru was hard to please.

Alina did not confess to Dima that the last year of the Poles, staying alone with her, periodically suggested that she change her partner. The coach was sure that she needed to work with Alexey. Alina argued, arguing that Dima is very technical, and that they are from childhood together, but the mentor knew what he was saying.

- You need Lesha. You would look perfect with each other. Dimka is a cool dancer, I don’t argue, but not for you. He looks too hard, without positive emotions. And energy comes from you different. You - as if from opposite worlds, and the judges and the audience can not be fooled.

Knowing about their relationship with Dima, Polyakov did not insist, but only offered. Nevertheless, his team approached the championship in previous pairs, and it was obvious to the coach that it was too late to change anything.

- Tomorrow we meet at the station, - said Polyakov - rest.

The last training before leaving was over. But young students did not disperse. Having met at the locker room, they agreed today to mark the completion of training at Lesha’s country house.

... - For the success of our hopeless cause! - Dima said cheerfully, and everyone raised their glasses of champagne. The dancers were in high spirits, the work done was behind them, and ahead there were hopes for a bright sports future. They were alone at the dacha, and nothing prevented them from enjoying their rest and congenial company, which these two couples were.

- Why hopeless? - Tanya did not understand the joke. Spectacular green-eyed blonde with a beautiful figure, she looked super erotically in the twilight of the room. Throwing her legs, Tanya exposed her bare hips from under a short skirt. Dima examined her body spread on the couch, his eyes sparkled, and Alina, having squinted on her boyfriend, noticed this.

“He means that there is no hope for us to lose,” he also jokingly explained Alex and hugged Tanya by the shoulders. They, like Alina and Dima, have also met for quite some time. But Alina could never understand whether they are in love with each other, or simply spend time together, as often happens with young guys and girls.

“Well, there are two pairs of us, so one certainly won't win,” said Tanya. For some reason, at that moment, she did not pick up the cheerful mood of the guys.

- Come on, even getting into the top six finalists will be grand, - responded to the words of a friend Alina. - The composition of the pairs will be strong, and Polyakov said that the goal is to get to the final. And there are points, rating and further trips. So the first place is not an end in itself.

She also told Polyakov that she was one of his most talented students, and that she had real chances to win. However, much depended on Dima.

- For the first place there will be sickly prizes, Dima reminded. Tall handsome brunette, Dima always attracted girls. He possessed charm, self-confidence, but really conquered some negative charm emanating from him. So enchanted male predators, who always get the victim. Dima had enough admirers, but Alina tried not to be jealous. Or at least do not show jealousy. She believed that Dima did not change her.

- Yes, the money will not interfere, - Alex agreed, pouring the next portions of champagne. The dancers did not drink anything stronger because of the regime, but the champagne relaxed, and they all became slightly drunk. The evening and the atmosphere of common interests brought these young and talented people together. Dima turned on the slow music, intending to dance.

Having embraced Alina for a waist, she pressed to herself. She put her hands on his shoulders, and they slowly moved, enjoying each other’s proximity. Tanya and Lesha went to the kitchen.

“You are my princess,” Dima whispered in her ear.

“Yeah, you were staring at Tanka for the whole evening,” the girl remarked with a stern smile.