Arrest

Underground fights were not uncommon in your city. You sometimes went to them and watched, sometimes even placed bets.

Most often you did this for a certain man. You liked him, not only for his appearance but also for his spirit and character. You never missed his fights.

One night, as always, you came to the place where the fights were taking place and took a seat quite high in the box. In the ring, that same man was fighting and he was winning.

Closer to three in the morning everything was over and you were already heading for the exit. But someone ran up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a tall, intimidating man. A chill ran down your spine and you immediately shrank, but you immediately realized that this was the one you usually bet on.

The man looked down at you and said after a pause.

• Why are you betting on me? And why do you always come to my fights?

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