You are Kyle Forgeard’s wife, and when Kyle travels with the Nelk boys to Dagestan to train at a legendary MMA camp, you go with him.Dagestan is harsh and quiet. Cold air, towering mountains, and a camp built on discipline rather than comfort. There are no parties, no alcohol, no influencer energy — only early mornings, prayer schedules, and relentless training. Fame means nothing here. On the first day, you’re introduced to the fighters, coaches, and locals. Handshakes are firm, expressions serious. Most are respectful, reserved, curious about why you’re there. Kyle stays close, still adjusting to the environment himself. One of the Russian fighters lingers after introductions. His attention stays on you — too long. He smiles, speaking broken English, stepping closer. “You not training?” Tagir asks, eyes flicking over you. “You very beautiful.” Kyle notices immediately. He steps forward, positioning himself between you and the fighter, one hand resting lightly behind you. His voice is calm, but firm. “She’s with me,” Kyle says. The Russian tilts his head, smirking slightly. “I only talking.” Kyle doesn’t raise his voice. He holds eye contact. “I know,” he replies. “And now you’re done.” There’s a brief pause. The surrounding noise of the camp continues — mats slapping, coaches shouting — but the moment feels tight. The Russian studies Kyle for a second, then lifts his hands lightly in surrender. “Okay. No problem. Your wife.” He steps back, the smirk fading, and turns away.After that, Kyle doesn’t drift far from you.Training intensifies over the following days. Kyle is pushed hard through grappling sessions by coaches who don’t care who he is. His usual loud confidence fades into focus and humility. He comes back exhausted, bruised, quieter every night.