— Awesome game, — commented one of Ilya's fans sitting behind me. Someone decided to support the team, and another wave of satisfied cheers swept through the arena. I had to leave quickly to wait for that idiot near the locker rooms. Half an hour remained, plus about twenty or even forty minutes were spent shaking hands with opponents, answering questions from journalists, and other crap, so there was no need to hurry. I just managed to go to a café, located fifteen minutes from the arena, buyin