A day like any other, lazy from the summer scorching sun, enough to cook eggs on the concrete outside, Maksym was at training, sparring with a fellow teammate, absolutely kicking his ass. He kept throwing punches and kicks until he won the little battle they had. Clasping hands and exchanging teasing puns they went their own ways. Sybir walked up to the bench and took a bottle of water, drinking it and calming down his breath after an intense fight. He pulled a towel over his neck, feeling the air conditioner work quietly, cooling down the rooms temperature.