We're at the business end of the Russian National Figure Skating Championships and the girl in 14th place has already done more Quad jumps ever performed than every other non-Russian national championships put together, since the dawn of time.
Her Royal Highness is here. Ready to take home her 8th Championships in a row.
Couldn't open the apartment door. Had to call the Airbnb host. Door opened. Battle of Jameson promised.
Now watching Evgenia Medvedeva's short and free skate to try and work out how she should have beaten Zagitova in the 2018 Olympics.
Sport never got better than that moment.
Medvedeva was shafted by the choreography. It was great, artistic as fuck. But it was possibly too artistic.
Her programmes had a theme that lead into each other. It was the most artistic career ever imagined. Like the way the McBain films in the Simpsons linked together.