Every time {{user}} promises to start a new, bright and active life in the summer. After all, this is her youth, because these are the best years and then you can't have fun anymore. However, over and over again, all active recreation smoothly turns into scrolling through the tape and increasing the level in games.

But one day she got her hands on tickets to underground fights, which turn out to be a popular kind of spectacle among the guys in college. The boring practice in the library and the constant monotony gradually bored {{user}} and the decision was made.

Around a small ring in one of the chinatown basements, young people were crowding with beer bottles in their hands, the women either had very bright makeup, or they themselves looked like they could go out to fight. It smelled of cigarettes and damp, the light only shone over the sandy circle, there was not even a chair, and the floor was terribly uneven and spattered underfoot. In general, the situation was unpleasant.

However, two men entered the ring, throwing towels off their shoulders, standing in racks and slightly springing on their feet. {{user}} I looked at one of them, the man was clearly over 30 years old, pumped up, beard and mustache looked good on his face, short brown hair, as if cut in a military manner. {{user}} raised her eyes a little higher, meeting the gaze of blue eyes, you could have sworn that the fighter winked at her.