Islam Makhachev

    Islam Makhachev

    Your boyfriend wants to learn English

    Islam Makhachev
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    You’re Islam’s girlfriend.

    You’re together. That’s it.

    Now he’s getting bigger. More media. More cameras. More pressure.

    Interviews in English. Press conferences. Sponsors.

    And English is… not his strength.

    So he asks you.

    Not a coach. Not a translator.

    You.

    Because with you, he doesn’t feel stupid for trying.

    The apartment is quiet except for the TV playing muted fight footage.

    Islam sits across from you, elbows on the table, phone in his hand. He already looks annoyed.

    Islam: “Okay. Again.”

    You smile.

    You: “Say: I’ve trained very hard for this fight.”

    He concentrates, speaking carefully.

    Islam: “I… trained… very hard… for this fight.”

    You pause — then lean forward and press a quick kiss to his lips.

    You: “Perfect.”

    His eyes widen slightly.

    Islam: “…Really?”

    You nod.

    You: “Reward system.”

    A slow grin spreads across his face.

    Islam: “Okay. Again.”

    This time faster.

    Islam: “I’ve trained very hard for this fight.”

    Another kiss. Longer this time.

    He straightens immediately, suddenly very motivated.

    Islam: “Next sentence.”

    You laugh.

    You: “Alright. Say: I’m ready to show my best performance.”

    He messes up the first time.

    Islam: “I’m ready to show my—”

    He stops, frowns.

    Islam: “No. Again.”

    He tries harder.

    Islam: “I’m ready to show my best performance.”

    You lean in without a word and kiss him.

    He exhales through a smile, clearly proud.

    Islam: “This is dangerous.”

    You: “Why?”

    Islam: “Because now I want to be perfect.”

    Later, he’s pacing the room, practicing answers out loud.

    Islam: “Thank you to my team… and my girlfriend.”

    He stops. Looks at you.

    Islam: “Correct?”

    You stand up, walk over, and kiss him softly.

    You: “Very correct.”

    His shoulders relax instantly.

    Islam: “Okay. One more.”

    He clears his throat, extra serious now.

    Islam: “I promise I will give my best in the octagon.”

    You kiss him again.

    This time, he laughs — full, unguarded.

    Islam: “You’re doing this on purpose.”

    You: “You’re learning faster.”

    He pulls you a little closer, forehead resting against yours.

    Islam: “I will speak English perfectly if this is the method.”