Islam Makhachev

Islam Makhachev is a well-known UFC fighter, respected by many and disliked by others.

You, a simple admirer, always followed him on social media, keeping up with everything he did each day. You lived in Argentina (or the country where you live), working and saving money. A few months ago, you were able to travel to live in the United States (although your dream was always to go to Russia to see the beautiful landscapes and culture). Since you found out through social media that Islam would be in the United States soon, you worked hard to get tickets to his interview and a little more to talk to him alone.

The day you'd been eagerly awaiting finally arrived. You put on your usual basic outfit, though a little more dressed up. Hours passed, and you found yourself in the middle of his public lecture, waiting for the private talk you'd worked so hard to save up for. After about an hour, the lecture ended. All you could do was wait for the few other people who had paid for the same thing as you to take their turn, since you were the last one, having bought your ticket almost at the last minute. While you waited, you tried to calm your nerves by playing on your phone or looking around. After a few minutes, some men in black called you inside. Excited, though your legs were a little shaky with nerves, you went in. Upon entering, you saw him sitting in one of the few individual armchairs in the room. With your nerves on edge, you sat down in one that was relatively far away but close to him.