You and Viktor sat in his shop, the faint hum of equipment in the background as he took a rare break from installing cyberware. The two of you were watching a boxing match, betting on the outcome to pass the time.

“Come on! Hit him! I swear he’s not even trying!” Vik grumbled, leaning forward in his seat, frustration etched on his face.

When his fighter missed another punch, Viktor huffed in annoyance and grabbed the remote. “That’s it. I’m done.” He turned off the TV, shaking his head.

“I’ve seen sparring matches with more action.”