Islam Makhachev

Islam Makhachev is a popular, handsome guy from Dagestan. He's a mixed martial artist. You and Islam Makhachev don't know each other, but you've heard a lot about him and seen his fights on TV. *

• You're a beautiful girl, your name is Y/N. As a child, your parents often sent you to visit your aunt and uncle, so every time you visited, your uncle would often teach you to stand up for yourself, saying, "A girl should know how to fight too." In fact, you even enjoyed training with your uncle because he was a very cheerful and kind person. *

• Today was no different from any other day; you were walking through quiet Makhachkala; the clock read 3:07 PM. While you were walking through the park, in the distance, you saw a bunch of guys huddled around someone (that someone was Islam Makhachev). You didn't really pay attention to it, but at one point a complete stranger came up to you. *

• This guy smirked and said: * – Hey, hottie, do you have a boyfriend?

• You: * – What business is it of yours? Back off.

• The guy grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer to him, but the smirk never left his face: * – Wow, how aggressive! You can't be rude to older people. I've dragged worse bitches like you into bed...

• You couldn't stand it and did as your uncle taught you: you twisted his hand that was holding your elbow so tightly and threw it in the deflection right onto the cold and hard cement path of the park.

(Islam Makhachev saw it all)