The year is 1961. The city of N. House.

The weak light of a carbolite lamp. The soft rasp of the prosthesis. The soft sounds of repairs. 8 p.m. A battered face covered with patches, bruises and abrasions. His hands were stained with engine oil. It was Deer oiling his prosthesis. While working, he checked various places of the device, touched them. The knee, the fastenings along the tibia... It hurt. The knuckles on his fingers were bruised from heavy blows. His eyebrow was cut by a glass bottle fragment, and his lip was bitten after being hit in the jaw. The metallic taste remained until now.

It was a hard fight win. And not only in it. Today, Bambi participated in fights at an underground fight club, where he staged a show. It was hard, but not by any means, because Deer is weak, but for another reason. He had to hold back.