The couple became the winner of the popular show. Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky intend to continue communication after the project. The star of the TV series "Molodezhka" said that he was ready to make an offer to the Olympic champion about friendship.

On Channel One, the final of the new season of the popular show "Ice Age" took place.

Sochi Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and her partner, actor of the Molodezhka TV series Alexander Sokolovsky were recognized as the best couple of the project. Throughout all stages of the enchanting show, Adelina and Alexander delighted the audience and the strict jury with their numbers. Sokolovsky performed the most difficult technical elements, and Sotnikova, thanks to her partner, turned from a single skater into a pair. Both the audience and the judges noted that Adeline and Sasha look amazing together. In the final, they performed incendiary rock and roll, breaking the storm of applause from the public.

Before the performance, Adelina Sotnikova admitted that she got an incredible partner.

“Sasha is brave, he is just crazy. All the time he tried to do something extreme on the ice, and he succeeded, - said the Olympic champion. “I am extremely sorry that the project is ending, I don’t want to part with anyone.”

Alexander Sokolovsky, in turn, also called the skater an incredible girl. “Adeline is space! – said the actor. - We are very close to each other in terms of energy. We never had a fight for the whole project. The first time we met at the CSKA skating rink, I did not yet know what awaited me. Adeline, I am glad that I skated with you!”

As the guys admitted to Alla Mikheeva and Alexei Yagudin, the hosts of the Ice Age, they plan to continue communication after the project. Only they will no longer meet on the ice. Alexander Sokolovsky said that he was ready to make Adeline Sotnikova at least an offer of friendship.

It is worth noting that Adelina Sotnikova became the debutant of the Ice Age project. Appearing in it, the Olympic champion pushed the venerable participants of the show off the podium. The second place this season was shared by two couples - Tatyana Navka and Andrey Burkovsky, Povilas Vanagas and Evgenia Kregzhde, the third was Maxim Trankov and Yulianna Karaulova.

Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky, who have become real triumphs of the Ice Age, accept congratulations from their fans on social networks.

“With the victory of you! Well done!”, “Congratulations, Alexander and Adeline, with a well-deserved victory! You were the best couple this season! Be as artistic, and most importantly, never stop skating, because you are so good at it! ”,“ I am sincerely glad for your victory! You will remain forever in my heart!”, “Sasha, Adeline, congratulations! I was rooting only for you, you have one number better than the other, and you and Adelina are a wonderful couple! ”, - the devoted fans of the couple write.

On Channel One, the final of the new season of the popular show "Ice Age" took place.

Sochi Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and her partner, actor of the Molodezhka TV series Alexander Sokolovsky were recognized as the best couple of the project. Throughout all stages of the enchanting show, Adelina and Alexander delighted the audience and the strict jury with their numbers. Sokolovsky performed the most difficult technical elements, and Sotnikova, thanks to her partner, turned from a single skater into a pair. Both the audience and the judges noted that Adeline and Sasha look amazing together. In the final, they performed incendiary rock and roll, breaking the storm of applause from the public.

Before the performance, Adelina Sotnikova admitted that she got an incredible partner.

“Sasha is brave, he is just crazy. All the time he tried to do something extreme on the ice, and he succeeded, - said the Olympic champion. “I am extremely sorry that the project is ending, I don’t want to part with anyone.”

Alexander Sokolovsky, in turn, also called the skater an incredible girl. “Adeline is space! – said the actor. - We are very close to each other in terms of energy. We never had a fight for the whole project. The first time we met at the CSKA skating rink, I did not yet know what awaited me. Adeline, I am glad that I skated with you!”

As the guys admitted to Alla Mikheeva and Alexei Yagudin, the hosts of the Ice Age, they plan to continue communication after the project. Only they will no longer meet on the ice. Alexander Sokolovsky said that he was ready to make Adeline Sotnikova at least an offer of friendship.

It is worth noting that Adelina Sotnikova became the debutant of the Ice Age project. Appearing in it, the Olympic champion pushed the venerable participants of the show off the podium. The second place this season was shared by two couples - Tatyana Navka and Andrey Burkovsky, Povilas Vanagas and Evgenia Kregzhde, the third was Maxim Trankov and Yulianna Karaulova.

Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky, who have become real triumphs of the Ice Age, accept congratulations from their fans on social networks.

“With the victory of you! Well done!”, “Congratulations, Alexander and Adeline, with a well-deserved victory! You were the best couple this season! Be as artistic, and most importantly, never stop skating, because you are so good at it! ”,“ I am sincerely glad for your victory! You will remain forever in my heart!”, “Sasha, Adeline, congratulations! I was rooting only for you, you have one number better than the other, and you and Adelina are a wonderful couple! ”, - the devoted fans of the couple write.

Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky
// Photo: Instagram

On Channel One, the final of the new season of the popular show "Ice Age" took place.

Sochi Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and her partner, actor of the Molodezhka TV series Alexander Sokolovsky were recognized as the best couple of the project. Throughout all stages of the enchanting show, Adelina and Alexander delighted the audience and the strict jury with their numbers. Sokolovsky performed the most difficult technical elements, and Sotnikova, thanks to her partner, turned from a single skater into a pair. Both the audience and the judges noted that Adeline and Sasha look amazing together. In the final, they performed incendiary rock and roll, breaking the storm of applause from the public.

Before the performance, Adelina Sotnikova admitted that she got an incredible partner.

“Sasha is brave, he is just crazy. All the time he tried to do something extreme on the ice, and he succeeded,” said the Olympic champion. “I am extremely sorry that the project is ending, I don’t want to part with anyone.”

Alexander Sokolovsky, in turn, also called the skater an incredible girl. “Adeline is space! – said the actor. - We are very close to each other in terms of energy. We never had a fight for the whole project. The first time we met at the CSKA skating rink, I did not yet know what awaited me. Adeline, I am glad that I skated with you!”

As the guys admitted to Alla Mikheeva and Alexei Yagudin, the hosts of the Ice Age, they plan to continue communication after the project. Only they will no longer meet on the ice. Alexander Sokolovsky said that he was ready to make Adeline Sotnikova at least an offer of friendship.

It is worth noting that Adelina Sotnikova became the debutant of the Ice Age project. Appearing in it, the Olympic champion pushed the venerable participants of the show off the podium. The second place this season was shared by two couples - Tatyana Navka and Andrey Burkovsky, Povilas Vanagas and Evgenia Kregzhde, the third was Maxim Trankov and Yulianna Karaulova. Yulia Baranovskaya spoke frankly about leaving the Ice Age

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On the podium were not three, but four pairs of participants in the "Ice Age"
// Photo: Frame from the transfer

Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky, who have become real triumphs of the Ice Age, accept congratulations from their fans on social networks.

“With the victory of you! Well done!”, “Congratulations, Alexander and Adeline, with a well-deserved victory! You were the best couple this season! Be as artistic, and most importantly, never stop skating, because you are so good at it! ”,“ I am sincerely glad for your victory! You will remain forever in my heart!”, “Sasha, Adeline, congratulations! I was only rooting for you, you have one number better than the other, and you and Adeline are a wonderful couple! ”, The devoted fans of the couple write.

Her hair smelled sweet of shampoo.
What else could they smell like?

Well, perhaps, his liberation and faith in some other life ... Exactly two hours on Fridays.

But the fragrance was too diffuse and faint, barely perceptible... to be anything more than just a perfume from a luxury cosmetics manufacturer.

Two hours on Fridays...

His blue and unearthly ones shout to her so alive, so protesting " I'm tired of being your personal psychologist. You are all made up of incurable neuroses. Nightmare. Intimidated. Wild. You are all.»

She doesn't hear.

Two hours on Fridays...

With painful injections, she pours out her soul, pours into him, looking at one point, wringing her cold fingers. And he picks it out of his for the remaining 166 hours a week, etchs it, catches it, and washes it out.

Unsuccessfully. Hopelessly. Tupikovo.

A strange transfusion of poison. From recipient to donor. The latter is inevitably bent with each procedure.

She does not understand.

His living room is too small for even a tiny breath.
He always offers her tea. Synthetic chamomile. She always nods in agreement, but she never drinks. Synthetically godless.

There is nothing sacred in it. But she is an icon.

He just sits down on the sofa while he habitually occupies a deep armchair in the far corner of the room.
Just she is He speaks. Just he listens.

December is zealously knocking on the panoramic windows of his apartment. He made money on such windows. To such a Moscow of them.

But how did he earn such karma - to absorb her broken thoughts, breaking from dry lips, reflected from the walls, and wait. It is not clear what. Wait.

“I want to get back into the sport, you know?”

It's like she's dying. And he just pretends to be a doctor. How can. According to the Stanislavsky system.

He rubs his aching left forearm through the pale cotton of his shirt. Trying to relieve unbearable pain, unbearable itching.

A fresh tattoo burns to the point of insanity, burns with fire, asks to come out. The fabric just gets in the way. And healing ointments do not help in any way.
She is same - only exacerbates. Now doubly so.

Left - because closer to the pounding heart.
Because through the arteries and tangles of veins straight from it. Straight out. Ink letters, thin type.

He would have to pull her off his sofa, jerk her sharply, so that she could only scream in surprise, but she really couldn’t understand anything.

Her eyelids would only open wider. Perhaps she would have had time to open her mouth in indignation.

He should rip off today's dress, the sweater of the past, the tunic of the day before. Hell, he remembers her entire wardrobe and all their meaningless meetings.

Then she would have spat out the frightened "Sash", without taking her touching, moist eyes from him.
He would whisper an expressive "shut up" and it would sound like the sexiest thing in the world.

He should soften. "Just shut up, okay?". She is still a girl.

I want to get back into you, you know?

Do you ever care how I feel?
I am still me. I am. I exist. I live. Or I think I do. Or I'm pretending ... What kind of Stanislavsky is there ...

His hands would slide freely...

Discover something new. Take yours. By cells. Piece by piece. By seismic shocks from the inside and hot lava lips from the outside.

Learn.
Recall.

Believe that perfume is completely irrelevant.

Shampoo manufacturers never dreamed of such.

He thought "smelling heaven" was a winning copywriter's idea.

I couldn't breathe without you.
I couldn't live without you.

A girl of Moscow cork neuroses on the whitewash of Thai hotel sheets.

If you only knew how hard it is to forget...

She is quietly, but loud-loud breaks into his stubborn misty fantasies. To a spasm of the membranes.

Sash ... - And he shudders. Returns.

And he understands that he dreamed again. It seemed. The mind is again playing its monstrous games with him.

I wonder how much he missed. What did she say?

He is afraid as he looks at her closely. Studying.

If she feels the slightest lack of interest, he will lose trust. Will lose her.

More precisely, what was left of her.
He got it in a crazy lottery of unprincipled bitch-fate.

Sasha, are you listening to me? - Nervously removes chestnut bangs, pursing her lips, and he fears that she will get up right now and leave.

The second time, he will not survive the slam of his door, like the slam from the control shot.

The sun rolls down behind the neighboring houses so quickly.

Sunset in winter is so elusive. So intramuscularly palpable. So disgustingly fast.

And he still remembers their personal sun of Koh Phangan….

Her burnt hair with sea salt ingrained in them and a breeze in her face ...

He hates the pool chlorine in his fitness room and the sickeningly warm air of a car air conditioner. Some kind of mediocre replacement therapy.

Coconut milk in tetra packs from the shelves of the supermarket under the house does not come close to reckless breakfasts for two under real palm trees ...

And he doesn't even know when it's over...

When, like a shell with a roar, her unfunny joke exploded at the threshold " Millions of girls are dying for you. you will meet your love again, Sokolovsky».

Or much earlier...

Maybe when he simply stopped putting passwords on phones and computers...

And precocious twelve-year-old girls suddenly ceased to be interested in teddy bears, and began to write depraved poems about his fingers and their underwear ...

He is used to.
She couldn't.

Dispersed. They fled. On duty wished happiness to each other for the holidays.

She's used to it.
He could not.

- I have no one to talk to, Sokolovsky.

She is smeared with mascara and a sticky gloss smeared across her face. Half drunk. In an empty cafe. Fifteen minutes before his birthday.

And he blows out the candles. And he makes a single wish. And he says it out loud.
Just spits on superstition.

All his desires depend on her. She has never been able to read minds.

Friday hour.

What is "Friday hour"? - She laughs loudly and beautifully in his kitchen. Drunk. Stupid. Darling.

He admires. Smiling. For the first time sincerely in a million cold years. Summer has returned almost under the credits of a gray winter.

- Come to me. Be with me. Sleep with me.

A smile is like paint from the skin from a solvent. Eating out.
Alcohol is excreted from the body. Weathered out. Per second.

I mean... in pajamas, like brother and sister, right? She smiles languidly, trying desperately to defuse the situation. But she's not funny at all. Him - even more so.

Like anyone. He says seriously, looking for his reflection in her eyes. - Just come. Be with me. - And he catches her helpless fingers on the glass cover of the festive table, where from the holiday there is only a kilogram cake with cherries and white wine.

You need a cake. Piece of cake. You're the birthday boy... - With a tremor in his voice and probably in the palms. With fluctuating heart rate. She fusses so touchingly, changing the subject. He pulls out his hand and takes the knife.

- Adeline, today is Friday.

She studiously doesn't look at him, ignoring the hint as she clears away the cake.

- Adeline... Look at me.

And after a breath-exhalation, she looks, licking her finger, so not (by the way) ending up in cherry cream. And he breaks the tower completely.

Recklessly. Forgetful. Irrevocably.

Cold glass burns her buttocks.

She and glasses are on the table, from which wine spills more and more with every movement. Now the table is truly festive.

Two hours… - He scorches her ear with his breath, increasing the pace, accelerating in her. - I want two hours...

He demands. He claims his rights.

Glasses fall noisily. Are breaking. For luck.

She is silent and almost breaks his neck before orgasm, grabbing, pressing on the back of his head, holding him tightly to her, forcing him to be even closer and deeper.

So they have two hours on Fridays.

And a timid hope for the very one - another life.

In practice - viscous meetings of non-friends / non-colleagues, according to the “psychoanalyst-patient” scenario, with a traditional transplant (removal, but not drift) of his brain and a vain transplantation of her former feelings that did not take root in her.

Her irritated "Sash" repeatedly diverges around the perimeter, echoes in her head with a booming echo and molecules of thick Thai fog hang in the cold space. Cold, despite the heated floors, reliable double-glazed windows and its fiery heart.

“Well, we promised to try ... for ourselves. Us. Both of us."

She looks at him displeasedly, strangely, surprised.

When he does not respond, but simply abruptly rises from his chair and resolutely walks towards her, crossing a spacious living room with carpets and original modern art on frozen walls with a frost of thousands of unspoken words.

He grabs her frail hand, and her painted eyes really open wide. She lets out a predictable, girlish, shrill cry of surprise as he jerks roughly, lifts her up, shakes her, preventing her neat feet from touching the floor, and then sets her down on the couch.

Now she breathes intermittently through her mouth, from indignation she cannot utter a word, again with a nervous, quick movement of her fingers she removes her bangs and becomes taller than him. She must have always been taller. And it's not all about height...

Her gaze is that of a hunted cat. Predatory. A minute - and she will rush at him and scratch his face with her claws.

Her heart is still beating unthinkably under the dress, skipping blows, her fingers timidly tugging at her slightly lifted skirt.

Sasha unbuttons the cuffs and a couple of buttons at the top.

A funny threat-warning flies from your beloved lips:

"If you lay a finger on me...

- Have I ever hurt you?

Her silent and sharp “yes” cuts her throat, getting stuck in it.

He takes a step towards her, she takes a step back, looking for support from behind with her hands, finding her in the wide back of the sofa.

“Their” song starts to sound from the speakers, the same song from the islands.

The one he sang to her.

This, right, is some kind of evil irony of a shuffle in the music center - now choose this particular song from an immense playlist. Or maybe it's just fate, because such coincidences do not happen.

He smiles. Barely noticeable. Remembering what connected them, he can do nothing else.

Do you remember?
(Damn you remember everything...)

Her face is expressionless.

She steps off the soft upholstery and seems to be afraid of him, her eyes asking permission to pass.
"What's wrong with you, Adeline? You don't trust me anymore..."

- Today is Friday. You can't leave.

He touches the smooth line of her jaw, forcing her to look straight into her eyes.

- I gave you a gift that was too expensive... This is all a stupid idea. I'm sorry.

She removes his hand, and the sound of her footsteps is absorbed by the long pile of the carpet.

The speakers weep angrily with soft tenor grief, and this cry spreads throughout the apartment, flowing into it with forgotten warmth and past, unnecessary experiences.

She, too, is barely holding back tears as she hurriedly wraps her scarf around her dark cashmere coat, not immediately getting into her boots.

"not here. not here. not here."

He doesn't even turn around, biting his lip.

(Adeline, you will have time to slip out, swim out, throw yourself ashore and run to the car. You will have time (it is not clear why) to block the doors and then you will be able to cry out loud, resting your forehead on the steering wheel.)

- Am I not worthy of expensive gifts?

He prepares for her deadly bullet not in the back, at close range, appearing on the threshold of a creepily narrow hallway, where every centimeter oozes poisonous feelings. Damn them.

The two of them will die right now from intoxication, overdose or asphyxiation. Right now. It doesn't matter from what. Their bodies will be found here, on the doormat.

Prosaic. Not solid. But they won't care.

Fucking Romeo and Juliet… Some kind of fairy tale not theirs at all. An uncomfortable tale. Silly fairy tale.

Well, what kind of Romeo is… Shitty Romeo. He has outgrown this role.

Her crazy numerous "no no no" they cut the insides with growing thorn bushes. And she will definitely die from internal bleeding.

And the complex lock treacherously turns, not wanting to let her out on oxygen freedom. She is hungry. Malaise. And all the signs of an imminent death. And despair bursts loudly like colorful balloons right in the narrow sternum. Painfully. Painfully. Painfully.
"You hurt me a lot."

She doesn't make it.
She can't handle it.
She bangs her fist and drops her forehead against the glossy metal door and whimpers like a weak, resentful girl.

Sobs like a desperate Juliet, trembling with chilly shoulders in dark cashmere.

She doesn't live up to the helm.
And she is thrown to some other shore ...
With real palm trees, natural coconut milk and blue eyes like the sea itself…

Her ship is running aground.
Her ship is at home.

- My girl...- A strong and persistent palm lays a naughty head on a surprisingly warm, hot chest.

In a trap of air exactly for two. And no more. There is nothing more.

"More" simply does not exist.

She is in a coat.

For some reason, he is shirtless, wearing only trousers. And the woolen fabric of her clothes is like sandpaper on open wounds and exposed nerves.

Sasha wipes away her tears, lightly touching her wet cheeks with her fingertips.

Adeline still does not see clearly, through a veil, and there is practically no suitable light here, but she notices something incomprehensible, dark on the man's hand. She strains - the spot may be a hematoma or a large bruise.

Sasha catches her interested look and raises his hand, bringing his forearm a little closer, allowing the girl to see more clearly.

On his skin, between the elbow and the wrist, fresh, brilliant paint burns, bizarrely and for life intertwining with the blue of large veins.

Ornate Latin script, with swelling and inflamed redness around, screams her own name. Adelina.

Screams so loudly that she is deaf.

She goes deaf. Temporarily there is only the sound of my own blood in my ears. And the floor under your feet slowly goes somewhere to the left.

Adeline, like a bactericidal plaster, peels off with difficulty and shifts her gaze, looks into Sasha's bottomless eyes, not believing her own.

She gets hot. Stuffy.

From the realization that this is their “forever”, she is ready to fall apart into hundreds of pieces right at this second.

- Two hours on Fridays is too little for me ...

(Now you're always with me)

She reaches out to touch.
She wants to touch. Furiously. And Sasha does not mind and does not even wince in pain, although she is, for sure.

The tips of her fingers carefully follow letter by letter, touching the voluminous inscription, due to swelling, while tracing the contours.

His breathing is out of tune.

Her touch is the best healing remedy. Instant anesthetic.
Fast-acting general anesthesia.

This is their eternity.
This is their own story.

When, on an amazingly starry night, they lie across a wide bed, covered with cool silk of weightless sheets, and her sleepy lips in the pale moonlight find a piece of Latin, he, through a dream, only quietly exhales “beloved”, kisses Adeline on the temple by touch, and dissolves into her without a trace...

as in their personal eternity.

Oksana Bondarchuk

Columnist for Tricolor TV Magazine

TV viewers' favorites: the most interesting couples of the Ice Age project

After a long break, Channel One began showing one of the most anticipated shows on television - Ice Age. The project, in which figure skating champions dance in an embrace with celebrities, patiently teaching them the tricks of figure skating, is one of the highest rated on TV. Fans had to wait two years to once again enjoy the colorful dance numbers of their favorite movie stars, show business and sports. On the eve of the next issue of the program, Tricolor TV Magazine reviewed the most interesting pairs of the project.

YULIA BARANOVSKAYA - MAXIM SHABALIN

She is a petite blue-eyed blonde single mother with three children. He is a tall, stately brunette, an Olympic champion. It seems that the TV presenter Julia Baranovskaya and skater Maxim Shabalin designed to dance in pairs. Julia, who became famous after a high-profile divorce from a football player Andrey Arshavin, as recognized, never followed a sports regimen and never skated. Shabalin performed in ice dancing with Oksana Domnina and was awarded the bronze medal of the Olympic Games, became the world champion, two-time European champion, the winner of the Grand Prix series and the world champion among juniors. In addition, Shabalin is an Honored Master of Sports of Russia. Maxim and Julia first met on ice in a shopping center. As the skater admits, Yulia struck him by the fact that she came to the first training session with children who pulled her in all directions. That was cute . Maxim impressed the girl with his elegance. Yulia had to start training that was unusual for her, since Yulia did not know how to ride. Maxim and Yulia showed a passionate and touching performance about parting and love between a lady in red and her man in a business suit. Parting is a topic close to Baranovskaya since the bitter break with Arshavin, who left his wife alone with three children and raised a scandal over the payment of alimony. Perhaps that is why the number turned out to be especially heartfelt. The jury gave the couple high marks for artistry and for how the couple conveyed the mood. The judges also noticed that Maxim treats Yulia with special tenderness and holds her in all supports, like a fragile jewel. After breaking up with Arshavin, Yulia Baranovskaya proved many things: that she can become more famous than her husband, that she can start a career on television from scratch, that she can raise three children alone, and now she will prove that she can skate with a champion.

ADELINE SOTNIKOVA - ALEXANDER SOKOLOVSKY

20 year old Adeline Sotnikova- Olympic champion in women's single skating, gladly accepted the invitation of the producers "Ice Age" and took under her wing one of the most enviable suitors from the acting environment - 27-year-old Alexander Sokolovsky- television stars "Youth". Tall blue-eyed blond Alexander, of course, knows how to skate, because in Molodezhka he plays the main character, a hockey player Egor Schukin - hope and support for a team that dreams of becoming a winner. As Alexander admitted, Adeline struck him not only with her talent, but also with her beauty. "She's beautiful!" exclaims Sokolovsky. For Adeline, this experience was also new - after all, she had never danced in a pair before and had never starred in the previous seasons of Ice Age. In the first issues, the young people showed a cowboy number together, where they annealed in full. The judges noted that they perfectly feel each other.

OKSANA DOmnina - Daniil Spivakovsky

Oksana Domnina- sports "half" Maxim Shabalin, together with him she dances in a pair in the professional arena. Now they've split up for the show. This is not the first time for the Olympic champion "Ice Age". The last project ended for Oksana with a stormy romance with a show partner, an actor Vladimir Yaglych. For him, she left her common-law spouse, figure skater, champion and father of her daughter Roman Kostomarov. It is not surprising that Vladimir and Oksana looked very romantic on the ice, the girl literally drowned in the arms of a strong muscular blond. How can you not fall in love? However, a year later, Oksana broke up with Vladimir and again returned to Kostomarov, whom she married in April 2014 .. In early 2016, the couple had a son. This time, Roman may not be afraid of the Ice Age show and his wife's hasty novels. 47-year-old became Oksana's partner in ice dancing Daniil Spivakovsky, Honored Artist of Russia, winner of the " TEFI”, happily married with a second marriage and raising three children. Together Oksana and Daniil showed a comic number like a "zombie", where Daniil reincarnated as a skeleton. The jury appreciated the high artistry of the speakers.

EKATERINA VARNAVA - MAXIM MARININ

31-year-old Russian and Ukrainian TV presenter, film actress, participant and choreographer of the show "Comedy Woman" Ekaterina Varnava struck by a quick change of their images Maxima Marinina, Russian figure skater, Olympic champion in figure skating at the Olympics in Turin, paired with Tatyana Totmyanina. Maxim opened his mouth when he saw how his partner in "Ice Age" appears in the park because of the fog, either in the form of a cool rocker girl in a leather jacket, or in the form of a “gop-stop” girl in the park and chewing gum. For Maxim, the ice show is an important part of his career. Indeed, due to his participation in the numerous seasons of the project, he abandoned big-time sports and did not return there after the Olympics. An attempt to enter the professional arena again ended unsuccessfully - they could not agree with the Figure Skating Federation on a financial issue. By the way, Maxim previously danced with the current Ice Age host. Alla Mikheeva. So Maxim and Ekaterina are ready for numerous experiments on ice and promise to give themselves to the show in full. It will not be easy for Catherine to skate because of her height (175 cm), because it is known that miniature ladies are more lucky on ice, but fans are wondering if she can find her love at the ice show. Previously, she was credited with numerous novels, but Barnabas is still not married, although . As for Maxim, he lives in a civil marriage with a famous ballerina and brings up children.

MARIA PETROVA - ALEXEY SEROV

She is a little red riding hood, and he is a huge gray wolf. Champion Maria Petrova and singer Alexey Serov surprised the jury with a fabulous number on ice and received satisfactory marks. But last season "Ice Age" for Maria it was unsuccessful - she left the project ahead of schedule. As the jury members noted, she was simply unlucky with her partners: first, the first was the host Maxim Sharafutdinov - was injured and dropped out, and then the second - Valery Nikolaev - left due to injury. Serov already in the first issue showed that he was capable of much, although this was his first serious skating on ice. "He technically does everything right!" - Maria praises the new partner. Who would have thought that the leader of the group "Accident" in general, he wants to participate in ice dancing, but Serov said that he agreed immediately, without hesitation, since the ability to skate was his childhood dream. “I envied the older guys in the yard: they skilfully rode, and I fell every now and then. And now I don't fall anymore! Unless, of course, I don’t make complex elements ... ”- admitted Serov. To learn how to ride from scratch, Serov has been training twice a day since July, that is, almost three months. Even on tour. The mentor anxiously followed the achievements of the newcomer. Recall that Maria won the title of world, European and Russian champion in pair skating with Alexey Tikhonov- your partner not only on the ice, but also in life. Nine years ago, she completed her amateur sports career. And six years ago she gave birth to her husband's daughter.

Don't miss the next episode of Ice Age on Channel One on Saturday at 18:20