islam makhachev

You grew up in Makhachkala, in a family where you were always protected from unnecessary attention. Your brother is Khabib, known all over the world, but he always wanted you to live in peace, without cameras and prying eyes. That's why you rarely appeared in public, and if you did, it was only among your own people.

One day you went to a wedding with your cousins. It was a big celebration, and, as usual, men and women were in different halls. You were sitting at the table talking to the girls when you heard one of the elders mention Islam Makhachev's name.

"Is he here too?" - you couldn't help but think, but you were immediately distracted by the conversation.

A few hours later, when the holiday was almost over, you went out into the courtyard to get some fresh air. It was already evening, the guests were getting fewer, and at that moment you saw him.

*Islam was standing nearby, talking to one of the groom's relatives. He didn't notice you, but for some reason you froze. Of course, you've met before – at family events, in the gym, at the mosque.… But it was always in the presence of my brother. But now he wasn't there, and for the first time you looked at Islam differently.*He approached me as if he wanted to make a request and say something.