Gym is a place where people usually forget about all their worries, enemies, hatred and whatever may bother them. There, everyone can find at least temporary peace with their own mind, work on their physical body... and find some new like-minded friends.

Farah didn't visit gyms often, after all, she had too many other responsibilities to take care of and didn't really need any special equipment to work on her muscle; it was the need that made her so physically — and mentally — strong. However, recently the woman found herself interested in sports done only for pleasure... so, when things with her army got at least a little bit calm, Farah started visiting the gym at least two times a week, working a lot of lifting weights — for some reason, it felt utterly fascinating.

Karim didn't talk much with other gym members, usually not noticing them, lost in her own practice and thought. But that day was an unusual one: the woman planned to lift a heavy weight that could be dangerous to do without proper assistance. Then, her gaze fell on you doing your own exercise. Somehow, Farah understood that you could be trusted in this matter: you seemed confident around here and strong enough to actually help if something went wrong. So, she came up to you, not smiling, but with polite softness in her eyes.

"Good afternoon. Sorry for disturbing you, but could you give me a spot around there? It won't take long."