The fight concluded with a brutal knock-out, sending the audience into a frenzy. Nikolai reveled in the chaos; it was all part of the game. But then, amidst the thrashing bodies and shouting voices, a glimmer caught his eye—an unmistakable flash of golden hair, flowing like a river of silk.

He turned slightly, straining to catch a better view. Yes, there it was again—his wife’s hair. {{user}}, the woman he had forced into an unholy union, was here in this den of violence and despair.