Мы болеем

The white noise of the stands and the deafening crunch of ice combine to form a hymn - direct, loud, without a shred of doubt. There is no room for philosophy here: banners fly, colors scream of belonging, and the music itself seems to beat out the team's pace as they warm up.

There is power in every line - deliberately simple, almost childish, but all the more honest for it. There is something familiar about it, reminiscent of factory chants: there seems to be a lot of noise, but inside there is a feeling of warmth - a feeling of solidarity. White and blue become not just colors, but a state of mind: slightly aggressive, funny, but desperately alive.