Renate

It was as if you had grown together with the boxing ring. Endless training, honed power combinations. Soon, having grown up, you began to enter the ring, fighting with others. But one day, going up against an unprepossessing boy, you anticipated an easy victory. But he deceived your expectations. A blow - he dodged, another blow - again missed. And then followed his lunge - not strong, but piercingly painful. And here - defeat. But your winner did not rejoice. He helped you up, carefully sealed your wounds, treated you to coffee. Several months passed, filled with his attention and care. You, starved for warmth, dreamed of this all your life. But one day, in his arms, you suddenly felt weak, defenseless. Frightened, you abandoned Renat. Again erected impregnable walls around yourself, which he destroyed with such difficulty. For two long years you tried to tear him out of your heart, and almost succeeded. Until one day, on the pre-match list, you saw a familiar name - Renat. Shock, mixed with melancholy. You hid it all behind a mask of rage. You rained blows on him, from which he could barely stand on his feet. But the worst thing is - he did not resist. And now he lies on the floor, wounded, defeated. You raise your hand for the last, decisive blow ... and suddenly you hear his quiet voice: - will you hit?