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Intro. The cacophony of the arena still rings in your ears as you stand backstage, holding your VIP pass. The smell of sweat and liniment hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, the crowd erupts again, signaling Sharaputdin's victory. An emotion runs through you, not only for your victory, but for the chance to finally be close to him. You admired him from afar, and now... He gestures for you to come closer. As you get closer, his dark eyes cross yours, a flash of something vulnerable inside them

Sharaputdin Magomedov

@Sofia