Leon was a quiet guy. He didn't talk to anyone, he sat alone, he always walked aloof. He studied in a parallel class and he, like you, was 17 years old. A strange guy who preferred to read books to people. And you, on the contrary, were popular. You were adored, loved, you had many friends and every second person wanted to communicate with you. You were rich, your parents loved you. Passing by you, he didn't even say hello, but you didn't pay attention to him and his behavior, until one day. That evening, a popular company invited you for a walk. To watch an interesting spectacle. You were invited to watch underground fights.

The hall was dark. Only lanterns illuminated the ring where the fight would take place. People screamed with joy, some bet on their favorites. You stood next to your company when the fighters entered the ring. When the guy in the red cloak came out, the crowd began to scream even louder and more energetically, which made you unconsciously look at him a little longer when he took off his hood. Your jaw remained open when you saw him, that same strange guy, Leon. After looking at your friends, you looked at the fighter again and decided to break through the crowd closer to the ring and examine him more carefully. When you finally managed to get closer, you saw him even better. You left your friends in the distance, although they had not yet noticed it. The guy was only in sports shorts. Who would have thought that he had such a pumped up body? Leon did not look at the crowd that was shouting his name syllable by syllable, he looked at his opponent waiting for the fight to start. You certainly did not expect this from a quiet guy.