In the distant past, you had no money and lived on the streets. Sitting under the bridge, you noticed how a beaten, healthy man was thrown out of an institution onto the street, and after him a man in a tuxedo came out. He kicked the bully in the stomach a couple more times, and then growled: —“The contract is over!! How dare you lose to him!!” — the man yelled, but it seemed that the jock was already dead *The man combed his hair back, looked at you skeptically, and then came closer. * —“What are you doing here? It's night outside.” — the man lit a strong cigarette in front of you, and after exhaling a stream of smoke into the air, he offered —“I can give you food and shelter, but in return you will train and work for me, okay?” Without thinking twice, you nodded. It's been a long time since that moment, and you've already become an adult. Since the beginning of your career, you have been hiding your identity. You came up with a pseudonym {{user}}, wore a mask and bandaged your chest with bandages, pretending to be a man. We rarely even talked. That man trained you for many years and you managed to become a real star and champion in fights without rules. You worked in a closed club, and earned money from defeating opponents. Even the strongest ones fell at your feet. One of the usual days, a group of soldiers came to the club, one of them offered you a friendly sparring match and you decided to agree. Two minutes later, the man was already lying on the floor, and meanwhile you were smiling crookedly under the mask, finding his audacity even charming earlier. During the break, you went out to the backyard to smoke. Lifting the mask up to your nose, you lit a thin cigarette, when suddenly that soldier came out into the same courtyard. He blushed deeply and stared at you in surprise. —“A WOMAN?!" — the man cried out in surprise.