TV viewers' favorites: the most interesting couples of the Ice Age project. TV viewers' favorites: the most interesting couples of the Ice Age project We didn't expect such a good result
The final of the new season of the popular show “Ice Age” took place on Channel One.
Sochi Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and her partner, actor of the TV series “Molodezhka” Alexander Sokolovsky were recognized as the best couple of the project. Throughout all stages of the enchanting show, Adeline and Alexander delighted the audience and the strict jury with their performances. Sokolovsky performed the most complex technical elements, and Sotnikova, thanks to her partner, turned from a single skater to a double skater. Both the audience and the judges noted that Adeline and Sasha look simply amazing together. In the finale, they performed fiery rock and roll, drawing thunderous applause from the audience.
Before the performance, Adelina Sotnikova admitted that she got an incredible partner.
“Sasha is brave, he’s just crazy. All the time he wanted to do something extreme on the ice, and he succeeded,” said the Olympic champion. “I’m incredibly sorry that the project is ending, I don’t want to part with anyone.”
Alexander Sokolovsky, in turn, also called the figure skater an incredible girl. “Adelina is space! - said the actor. – We are very suitable for each other in terms of energy. We never had a fight during the entire project. The first time we met was at the CSKA skating rink; I didn’t yet know what awaited me. Adelina, I’m glad that I skated with you!”
As the guys admitted to the hosts of “Ice Age” Alla Mikheeva and Alexei Yagudin, 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 at least a friendship proposal to Adeline Sotnikova.
It is worth noting that Adelina Sotnikova became a debutant in the “Ice Age” project. Having appeared in it, the Olympic champion pushed the venerable participants of the show off the pedestal. Second place this season was shared by two couples - Tatyana Navka and Andrey Burkovsky, Povilas Vanagas and Evgenia Kregzhde, the third place was taken by Maxim Trankov and Yulianna Karaulova.
Having become real triumphs of the Ice Age, Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky accept congratulations from their fans on social networks.
“Happy victory to you! Well done!”, “Congratulations, Alexander and Adeline, on a well-deserved victory! You were the best couple this season! Be just as artistic, and most importantly, never stop skating, because you are so good at it!”, “I am sincerely happy about your victory! You will remain forever in my heart!”, “Sasha, Adelina, congratulations! I was only rooting for you, one of your numbers is better than the other, and you and Adeline are a wonderful couple!” write the couple’s loyal fans.
The Molodezhka star explained why it is more difficult for him and Adelina Sotnikova to participate in the project than for other couples.
Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and Molodezhka star Alexander Sokolovsky are one of the most interesting couples on the Ice Age 2016 show. The figure skater stated in one of her interviews that her partner could take the highest bar on the project.
According to Alexander Sokolovsky, it is more difficult for their pair than for everyone else, because he is not professional, and all the other skaters are guys. They can tell their non-professional partner how and what to do. And Adelina learns everything herself, because pair skating is new to her.
Alexander Sokolovsky admits that he ended up in the project at the very last moment. He was hired literally three weeks before the first broadcast, and everyone else had been training since June. Channel One had to persuade Adelina Sotnikova for a long time to take part in the Ice Age show.
Sokolovsky agreed immediately, although he knew that he would have less time for training than the other participants. The actor simply loves the Ice Age project and has been watching it since the very first season. He watches with interest how people who don’t know how to skate learn and show a new side of themselves. 
In “Molodezhka” the actor was already on skates, but hockey and figure skates are simply heaven and earth. When, after a month and a half of training on figure skates, the actor came to the set of “Molodezhka” and went on the ice, he realized that he could no longer stand on hockey skates, and even fell several times.
Alexey realized that these two sports were simply impossible to combine and decided not to play hockey until the end of the Ice Age. So now he only does figure skating and nothing else. Colleagues from Molodezhka laugh at him, because he turned from a hockey player into a figure skater.
The actor tries to immerse himself as much as possible in any of his passions in life, which is what he did with hockey. He began to read, watch and study a lot about hockey. The same thing happened with figure skating. According to Sokolovsky, he absolutely loves to dance, but has never done it at a professional level. And the glacier show gave him such an opportunity. He couldn’t even think that he would like figure skating so much. 
Now Sokolovsky has no idea what he will do in December, when the Ice Age ends. In fact, the actor believes that he and Adelina Sotnikova are great, they have already begun to do what previously seemed simply impossible. Adeline trusts her partner, although he, like her, has never given support before in his life.
Sokolovsky and Adeline developed a trusting relationship, otherwise they would not have succeeded. If you don’t trust your partner, then it’s better to leave the project right away.
Her hair smelled sweet of shampoo.
What else could they smell like?
Well, perhaps by his liberation and faith in some other life... Exactly two o'clock on Fridays.
But the scent was too diffuse and weak, barely perceptible... to be anything more than just a perfume from a luxury cosmetics manufacturer.
Two hours on Fridays...
His blue and unearthly screams to her, so alive, so protesting “ I'm tired of being your personal psychologist. You are all made up of incurable neuroses. Nightmarish. Intimidated. Wild. You are everything.»
She doesn't hear.
Two hours on Fridays...
With painful injections, she pours out her soul, pours herself into him, looking at one point, wringing her cold fingers. And he spends the remaining 166 hours of the week picking it out of his own, etching it out, catching it, washing it out.
Unsuccessfully. Hopelessly. Tupikovo.
A strange transfusion of poison. From recipient to donor. The latter inevitably bends 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 never drinks. Synthetically godless.
There is nothing sacred about her. But she is all an icon.
He simply sits down on the sofa while he habitually occupies the deep chair in the far corner of the room.
Just she speaks. Just He listens.
December is knocking zealously on the panoramic windows of his apartment. He made money on such windows. To such a Moscow from them.
But how did he earn such karma - to absorb her broken thoughts, falling from dry lips, reflected from the walls, and wait. It’s not clear why. Wait.
“I want to get back into sports, 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 sore left forearm through the light cotton of his shirt. Trying to relieve unbearable pain, unbearable itching.
A fresh tattoo burns to the point of insanity, burns with fire, begs to be revealed. The fabric just gets in the way. But healing ointments don’t help at all.
She but it only makes it worse. Now doubly so.
Left - because it is closer to the pounding heart.
Because the arteries and tangles of veins are straight from it. Straight out. Ink letters, thin font.
He should have pulled her off his sofa, jerked her sharply, so that she would only be able to scream in surprise, but not really be able to understand anything.
Her eyelids would only open wider. Perhaps she would have had time to open her mouth slightly in indignation.
He should rip off her today's dress, last sweater, last year's tunic. Damn it, he remembers her entire wardrobe and all their meaningless meetings.
Then she would have spat out a frightened “Sash”, without taking her touching, wet eyes off him.
He would whisper an emphatic “shut up” and it would sound like the sexiest thing ever.
He should soften it up. “Just be quiet, okay?”. She's still a girl.
I want to return to you, you know?
Have you ever cared about how I feel?
I'm still me. I am. I exist. I live. Or I think I'm alive. Or I’m pretending... What kind of Stanislavsky is that...
His hands would slide freely...
Discover something new in it. Take yours. By cells. Piece by piece. By seismic tremors from the inside and hot lava lips from the outside.
Learn.
Recall.
Believe that fragrance has absolutely nothing to do with it.
Shampoo manufacturers never dreamed of such.
He thought that “smell like heaven” was a winning idea for copywriters.
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 only you knew how hard it is to forget...
She quietly-quietly, but loud-loud bursts into his stubborn, foggy fantasies. Until the membranes spasm.
Sash... - And he shudders. Coming back.
And he understands that he was dreaming again. It seemed. The mind is again playing its monstrous games with him.
I wonder how much important he missed. What did she say?
He feels fear as he looks at her closely. Studying.
If she feels the slightest lack of interest, he will lose trust. He will lose her.
More precisely, what's left of it.
He got it in a crazy lottery of unprincipled bitch fate.
Sash, are you listening to me? - She nervously removes her chestnut bangs, purses her lips, and he is afraid that she will get up and leave right now.
The second time he will not survive the slam of his door, like the slam from a control shot.
The sun is falling so quickly behind the neighboring houses.
The sunset in winter is so elusive. So we can feel it intramuscularly. So disgustingly fast.
And he still remembers their personal sun of Phangan...
Her bleached hair with sea salt ingrained in it and the breeze in her face...
He hates the chlorine of the swimming pool in his gym and the sickeningly warm air of the car air conditioner. Some kind of mediocre replacement therapy.
Coconut milk in tetra packs from the supermarket shelves under the house does not come close to reckless breakfasts for two under real palm trees...
And he doesn’t even know when it all ended...
When her unfunny joke exploded like a shell at the threshold “ Millions of girls are pining 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 stopped being interested in teddy bears, and began to write him lewd poems about his fingers and their underwear...
He is used to.
She couldn't.
We separated. They fled. They regularly wished each other happiness 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 sticky glitter smeared across her face. Half drunk. In a half-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.
He just doesn't give a damn about superstitions.
All his desires depend on her. And she never knew how to read minds.
Hour on Fridays.
What's "hour on Fridays"? - She laughs loudly and beautifully in his kitchen. Drunk. Stupid. Darling.
He admires it. Smiles. For the first time sincerely in a million cold years. Summer has returned almost under the credits of gray winter.
- Come to me. Be with me. Sleep with me.
A smile is like paint from the skin from a solvent. It's being eaten away.
Alcohol is removed from the body. Weathered. Per second.
Well, that is... in pajamas, like brother and sister, right? - She smiles weakly, desperately trying to defuse the situation. But in general, she doesn’t find it funny at all. Even more so for him.
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 lid of the festive table, where the only celebration is a kilogram cake with cherries and white wine.
You're supposed to have cake. Piece of cake. You’re the birthday boy... - With trembling in his voice and probably in his palms. With pulse jumps. She fusses so touchingly, changing the subject. He grabs his hand and takes the knife.
- Adeline, today is Friday.
She carefully doesn't look at him, ignoring the hint as she finishes the cake.
- Adeline... Look at me.
And after inhaling and exhaling, she looks, licking her finger, which (by the way) did not fall into the cherry cream. And his tower is completely blown away.
Recklessly. Unmemorable. Irrevocably.
The cold glass burns her buttocks.
On the table there are glasses, from which wine splashes out 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 inside her. - I want two hours...
He demands. He claims his rights.
Glasses fall noisily. They break. For luck.
She is silent and before orgasm almost breaks his neck, clutching, pressing on the back of his head, pressing him tightly to her, forcing him to be even closer and deeper.
This gives them two hours on Fridays.
And timid hope for that same one - another life.
In practice - tense meetings of sub-friends/sub-colleagues, according to the “psychoanalyst-patient” scenario, with the traditional transplantation (removal, but not importation) of his brain and the futile transplantation of past feelings that did not take root in her.
Her irritated “Sash” repeatedly spreads around the perimeter, echoes in her head and hangs in the cold space like molecules of a thick Thai fog. Cold, despite the heated floors, reliable double-glazed windows and its fiery heart.
“Well, we promised to try... To ourselves. Us. Both of us."
She looks at him dissatisfied, strangely, surprised.
When he doesn’t respond, but simply gets up abruptly from his chair and decisively walks towards her, crossing the spacious living room with carpets and originals of modern art on the frozen walls with the frost of a thousand unspoken words.
He grabs her fragile hand, and her painted eyes actually open wider. She gives a predictable, girlish shriek of surprise when he roughly tugs, lifts her, shakes her, not allowing her neat feet to touch the floor, and then places her on the sofa.
Now she breathes intermittently through her mouth, out of indignation she cannot utter a word, again with a nervous, quick movement of her fingers she removes her bangs and stands taller than him. She's probably always been taller. And it’s not about height at all...
Her look is the look of a hunted cat. Predatory. A minute - and she will rush at him and scratch his face with her claws.
Her heart still beats unimaginably under her dress, skipping beats, her fingers timidly pull down her slightly lifted skirt.
Sasha unbuttons the cuffs and a couple of buttons at the top.
A funny threat-warning falls from your beloved lips:
- If you lay even a finger on me...
-Have I ever hurt you?
Her silent and sharp “yes” cuts the throat, getting stuck in it.
He takes a step towards her, she takes a step back, with her hands behind her, looking for support, finding it in the wide back of the sofa.
“Their” song begins to sound from the speakers, the same song from the islands.
The one he sang to her.
This is, indeed, some kind of evil irony of a shuffle in a music center - to now choose this particular composition from an immense playlist. Or maybe it’s just fate, because such coincidences don’t happen.
He smiles. Barely noticeable. Remembering what connected them, he cannot do anything else.
Do you remember?
(You, damn it, remember everything...)
Her face expresses nothing.
She steps off the soft upholstery and seems to be afraid of him, asking permission with her eyes 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 too expensive gift... This is all a stupid idea. Sorry.
She removes his hand, and the sounds of her footsteps are absorbed by the long pile of the carpet.
The speakers cry hysterically with soft tenor grief and this crying spreads throughout the apartment, flowing into it with forgotten warmth and past, unnecessary experiences.
She, too, can barely hold back her tears, hastily wrapping a scarf over her dark cashmere coat, not immediately getting into her boots.
"not here. not here. not here."
And 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’s unclear 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 fatal bullet not in the back, at point-blank range, appearing on the threshold of an terribly narrow hallway, where every centimeter oozes with poisonous feelings. Damn them.
The two of them will die right now from intoxication, overdose or asphyxia. Right now. It doesn't matter what exactly. Their bodies will be found here, on the doormat.
Prosaic. Unrespectable. But they won't care anymore.
Fucking Romeo and Juliet... Some kind of fairy tale that is not theirs at all. An uncomfortable fairy tale. Stupid fairy tale.
Well, what kind of Romeo is he... Shitty Romeo. He has outgrown this role.
Her crazy numerous "no no no" they cut the entrails with growing thorn bushes. And she will definitely die from internal bleeding.
And the complex lock turns treacherously, not wanting to release her into oxygen freedom. She's starving. Malaise. And all the signs of imminent death. And despair bursts loudly like multi-colored balloons right in the narrow sternum. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.
“You hurt me a lot.”
She doesn't have time.
She can't cope.
She hits her fist and drops her forehead on the glossy metal door and whines like a weak, offended girl.
She sobs like a desperate Juliet, shaking her chilly shoulders in dark cashmere.
She doesn't make it to the steering wheel.
And she is thrown onto some other shore...
With real palm trees, natural coconut milk and eyes as blue as the sea itself...
Her ship runs aground.
Her ship is home.
- My girl...- A strong and persistent palm places the naughty head on the surprisingly warm, hot chest.
There are exactly two people trapped in the air. And no more. There is nothing else.
“More” simply does not exist.
She's wearing 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 sees unclearly, through a veil, and there is practically no usable light here, but she notices something incomprehensible, dark on the man’s hand. She tenses up - the spot could be a hematoma or a large bruise.
Sasha catches her interested gaze and raises her hand, bringing her forearm a little closer, allowing the girl to see more clearly.
On his skin, between the elbow and wrist, fresh, shiny paint burns, intricately and forever intertwined with the blue of large veins.
The ornate Latin script, with swelling and inflamed redness around it, screams her name. Adelina.
She screams so hard that she goes deaf.
She stalls. Temporarily there is only the sound of your own blood in your ears. And the floor under your feet slowly moves somewhere to the left.
Adeline, like a bactericidal plaster, peels it off with difficulty and shifts her gaze, looking into Sasha’s bottomless eyes, not believing her own.
She's getting hot. It's stuffy.
From the realization that this is their “forever”, she is ready to fall apart into hundreds of pieces right this second.
- Two hours on Fridays is not enough for me...
(now you are always with me)
She reaches out to touch.
She wants to touch. Furiously. And Sasha doesn’t mind and doesn’t even wince in pain, although she’s probably there.
The tips of her fingers carefully follow letter by letter, touching the voluminous inscription due to swelling, tracing the contours.
His breathing loses its regular rhythm.
Her touch is the best healing agent. Instant anesthetic.
Fast-acting general anesthesia.
This is their eternity.
This is their own fairy tale.
When, on an amazingly starry night, they lie across the wide bed, covered with the cool silk of weightless sheets, and her sleepy lips in the pale light of the Moon find a piece of Latin, he, through his sleep, only quietly exhales “beloved,” touches Adeline’s temple, and dissolves in without a trace...
as in their personal eternity.
The fight in the finals was serious. Each couple that made it to the last stage had its own advantages. The clear favorites in the points race were Evgeniya Kregzhde And Povilas Vanagas, it was they who received the highest marks of 12.0 for previous programs and remained in the lead until the 9th stage, the same one where Evgenia unfortunately fell in the last few seconds of the performance... The actress even burst into tears.
Couples were hot on their heels Adeline Sotnikova And Alexander Sokolovsky, Yulianna Karaulova And Maxim Trankov, and followed Tatiana Navka And Andrey Burkovsky.
Navka, after her partner’s one-time fall, seemed to set herself the goal of coming first, no matter what the cost. Each subsequent number was more difficult than the next. The audience gave their duet a standing ovation.
Karaulova and Trankov dreamed of the coveted figures of 12.0, but they did not always get it, even despite how the fans in the stands were rooting for them.
In all this bright and tough struggle, many did not notice how the youngest couple of the project, 20-year-old Adelina Sotnikova and 27-year-old Alexander Sokolovsky, slowly and carefully stepped onto the podium of the tournament table.
“Whether it’s a matter of close age or something else, we never quarreled in all four months, we didn’t have any conflicts. Adelinka did not behave like a coach and, thank God, because for me the creation of any creative idea should occur in comfort and respect for each other. Art does not tolerate totalitarian moments, and “Ice Age” is still not quite,” Alexander admitted in an interview with Woman’s Day.
So, while other participants were in conflict with the jury members and were offended by the scores, Sasha and Adelina became friends, trained hard and in the final with a number dedicated to Spain, they showed such class that they left everyone behind. Nobody expected such a turn.
Second place was shared by Navka with Burkovsky and Kregzhde with Vanagas, and third place went to Trankov and Karaulova.
And here's what's interesting. Sasha and Adelina actually had the most difficult time in the project, because Sotnikova is an Olympic champion in single skating, she, unlike other pros of the show, had to not only teach, but also learn.
“I didn’t expect that we would be the first, we just did our job and that’s it. I still can’t believe I was in first place with my partner today! I also had to overcome myself, learn how to do lifts, I’m not a guy. The body then hurt every day, the muscles were not used to such a load,” Adelina told Woman’s Day.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith - one of Adeline’s favorite numbers
Moreover, the figure skater believes that it was not she who deserved the main praise in their pair, but her partner.
“This is probably more of Sasha’s victory, he put in a lot of effort, practiced, skated, worked. This is entirely his merit. For my part, I learned to play everything from passion to melodrama. I’m happy and grateful to my partner for everything,” says the girl.
By the way, there is another remarkable detail in the duet of this couple, which not all viewers noticed. Adeline and Alexander did not spoil a single lift and never fell!
“We were the only couple in which both participants did not know how to do lifts, we taught them on the floor. It wasn’t easy, but we did it, didn’t fail a single element, didn’t fall even once, and are incredibly happy. I didn't think it was so complicated. I would say that pairs figure skating is like CrossFit on ice with a barbell. During the four months of filming, I lost about five kilograms. For me, victory in this project is, first of all, victory over myself, which means that I can learn complex things in a very short time. We assumed that we would win, but we didn’t believe it until the very last moment, because there were a lot of worthy couples. Adeline has incredibly revealed herself as an artist, everyone notices this. When she looked at the numbers, she probably saw something that she didn’t expect from herself. My partner is a great fellow, I’m proud of her,” Alexander said in an interview with Woman’s Day.
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 series “Molodezhka” said that he was ready to make a friendship proposal to the Olympic champion.
Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky
The final of the new season of the popular show “Ice Age” took place on Channel One.
Sochi Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and her partner, actor of the TV series “Molodezhka” Alexander Sokolovsky were recognized as the best couple of the project. Throughout all stages of the enchanting show, Adeline and Alexander delighted the audience and the strict jury with their performances. Sokolovsky performed the most complex technical elements, and Sotnikova, thanks to her partner, turned from a single skater to a double skater. Both the audience and the judges noted that Adeline and Sasha look simply amazing together. In the finale, they performed fiery rock and roll, drawing thunderous applause from the audience.
Before the performance, Adelina Sotnikova admitted that she got an incredible partner.
“Sasha is brave, he’s just crazy. All the time he wanted to do something extreme on the ice, and he succeeded,” said the Olympic champion. “I’m incredibly sorry that the project is ending, I don’t want to part with anyone.”
Alexander Sokolovsky, in turn, also called the figure skater an incredible girl. “Adelina is space! - said the actor. – We are very suitable for each other in terms of energy. We never had a fight during the entire project. The first time we met was at the CSKA skating rink; I didn’t yet know what awaited me. Adelina, I’m glad that I skated with you!”
As the guys admitted to the hosts of “Ice Age” Alla Mikheeva and Alexei Yagudin, 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 at least a friendship proposal to Adeline Sotnikova.
It is worth noting that Adelina Sotnikova became a debutant in the “Ice Age” project. Having appeared in it, the Olympic champion pushed the venerable participants of the show off the pedestal. Second place this season was shared by two couples - Tatyana Navka and Andrey Burkovsky, Povilas Vanagas and Evgenia Kregzhde, the third place was taken by Maxim Trankov and Yulianna Karaulova. Yulia Baranovskaya openly spoke about leaving “Ice Age”
Not three, but four pairs of Ice Age participants were on the podium
Having become real triumphs of the Ice Age, Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky accept congratulations from their fans on social networks.
“Happy victory to you! Well done!”, “Congratulations, Alexander and Adeline, on a well-deserved victory! You were the best couple this season! Be just as artistic, and most importantly, never stop skating, because you are so good at it!”, “I am sincerely happy about your victory! You will remain forever in my heart!”, “Sasha, Adelina, congratulations! I was only rooting for you, one of your numbers is better than the other, and you and Adelina are a wonderful couple!” write the couple’s loyal fans.