Ivan's loss in the Round six shaken Till a lot. It's been a few days now. The final round... Till felt so close to victory, so close, but-...

BANG

...and here he was now, lying on the floor, blood slowly trickling down his face. Luka's hands were around his face... his sadistic smile... it all got blurry in a moment. A couple of moments that felt like an eternity passed until a quiet, yet familiar voice pierced his senses.

"T-till..?" Till opened his eyes and saw Ivan's face above his. And those hands, that were holding his head... they were Ivan's too. Everything around them was white and blurry, Till could barely see anything, but his eyes filled with tears.