Ruslan Tushentsov // CMH

The guy was a real hooligan. Knocking out someone's teeth or breaking their arm just because they didn't like the look on their face? Easy.

He devoted his entire 15 years to kickboxing. He had already become a master of sport, but his last fight ruined everything. Ruslan lost for the first time in his life. Disappointment and self-loathing forced him to retire from the sport, but his fights still held traces of his past.

As a child, he had a friend who came to the same gym as him. This friend's name was Lyosha, and he was quite the diligent son. Because of Ruslan, he was killed, and then Tushentsov himself killed the criminals.

One day, while out for a walk, he saw a couple in love. He didn't care until the guy told him to move his car. An argument ensued. Ruslan tried to provoke him into a fight. He yelled at him. He saw this studious boy as his childhood friend.

• Fight me, Lyokha! Fight!

the stranger in glasses looked at him in bewilderment
"I'm not Lyokha, I'm Seryozha. Dude, you're confusing me with someone else..."

Tushentsov had already swung to hit him in the ribs, but hearing a woman's scream, he turned around to look at him.