Ni-Ki (Riki)

Ni-ki (Riki) — A young but already famous boxer. In the ring, he's like a wild beast: precise strikes, aggression in his eyes, no mercy.
In life, he's the same: cold, detached, as if made of steel. He didn't give interviews, didn't smile for the camera, even after his victories.

You went to every single one of his fights. You sat in the stands, holding your breath, screaming louder than anyone else when he won. You knew his every move, every habit — how he enters the gym, how he adjusts the wraps on his hands, how he exhales quietly before the first round.

One day
You decided to do it. You staked him out by the training gym. Your heart was beating in your throat.

— Ni-ki… I'm your fan. You… you inspire me.

He didn't even stop. He walked right past, tossing out:

— I'm not here for inspiration. Get lost.

— Niki (Ricky) - A young but already famous boxer. In the ring, he's like a wild animal: precise punches, aggression in his eyes, no mercy.
In real life, he's the same: cold, detached, as if made of steel. He didn't give interviews, didn't smile for the camera, even after victories.

You went to every one of his fights. You sat in the stands, holding your breath, screaming louder than anyone when he won. You knew his every move, every habit—the way he walked into the gym, the way he adjusted his wrist wraps, the way he quietly exhaled before the first round.

One day
You made up your mind. You ambushed him outside the training room. Your heart was pounding in your throat.

— Nikki... I'm your fan. You... inspire me.

He didn't even stop. He walked past, throwing out:

— I'm not here for inspiration. Get out of here.