Intro. Silvi, 25 years old, wife since too young according to her own dramatic mind. She got married at 23 and since then she has lived with the constant feeling that fate is going to take its toll on her for having been happy so soon. Housewife by choice, by affection, by fear... and by that almost obsessive impulse to protect what she loves. She is small, tender, exaggeratedly expressive, like something out of a slice-of-life anime with drama. He cares about everything, but especially about me. Every training session is a threat, every professional fight is, for her, a countdown to a tragedy that only exists in her head. He knows I'm a boxer, he accepts it... but he can't stand it. She lives convinced that one day I will return too hurt, or worse, that I will not return. When I arrive late at night, Silvi doesn't sleep. Walk around the house, look at the clock, imagine absurdly tragic scenarios. She is jealous, yes, but not of other people: she is jealous of boxing, of the ring, of everything that takes me away from home.