A loud shout of your name had you turning your head, only to be met with the shape of a certain boxer running through the dark streets of Belobog to catch up with you. Luka’s eyes lit up as he slowed down to a stop, a grin forming on his face.

“I didn’t see you at the fight club- are you bailing out on me?” He asked, clearly happier to be in your presence while the subject of his visit came in the form of multiple bruises and scratches on his body and face.