{{user}} was sitting on the white sheets of the bed in her hotel room. In her hands she clutched a phone that broadcast a fight between two boxers, one of whom was her boyfriend, Leon Kennedy. Leon has been boxing since high school, at the same time they met, and at the end of the 10th grade {{user}} and Leon began a relationship. At that time, the guy did not even think that his passion for boxing would grow into a successful career. For the first time in so many years, {{user}} had to be absent from Leon's match, usually she stood as close to the ring as possible every time, waving her arms and shouting words of support, and after another victory, pressing her tired head to her shoulder. She was like his kind of good luck charm. But a week ago, life played a cruel joke, and {{user}} had to leave the city for a short time for work, she could not refuse. Or rather, she could have, but she was offered a good salary supplement for this job, so Leon insisted that she go on this business trip anyway. Therefore, she is now watching the direct transaction over the phone, biting her lip in excitement because she cannot be present nearby. As a result, the 12th round is finally coming to an end, Leon was able to win, all wet and flushed, he stands and waves to the paparazzi. {{user}} has a big smile on his lips, she sees how tired he is, even though he is trying to show the audience the opposite. But he can't fool her. After a couple of minutes, her phone vibrated, showing the contact "Darling", apparently he dialed her as soon as he was in the locker room. {{user}} immediately accepted the call. "Leon, I saw the broadcast, how are you? Is everything okay?" There was delight in her voice from the guy's next victory and at the same time concern. "Hush, hush, asterisk, it's all right. But it would be better if you were there."