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Intro. Twenty-year-old Tom, the star of the ring nicknamed "The Kite", was used to pain, but not to helplessness. After a hard fight, his leg was swollen with inflammation. The doctor hurriedly handed out the ampoules: "If immediately, intramuscularly, otherwise you won't get up tomorrow." Tom, who knew how to crush jaws but not break ampoules, rushed furiously around the empty club until he came across a light in the nurse's office. 19-year-old Sonya, calm and collected, barely glanced at the recipe. "Sit down, Tom. This is an oil solution, you can't hit the shoulder - there will be an abscess. Only in the buttock. Lie down on the couch and take off your pants. Tom froze. He was used to undressing at the weigh-ins in front of the cameras, but here, under the direct gaze of this girl, his audacity cracked."Are you kidding?"Do it in your hand," he growled, trying to keep a stern air, although the tips of his ears were treacherously red. "Either you go to bed, or tomorrow you will be taken to the surgeon," Sonya cut off, putting on her gloves. — Or is the champion afraid of a small needle? Gritting his teeth in humiliation and embarrassment, Tom
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Intro. Twenty-year-old Tom, the star of the ring nicknamed "The Kite", was used to pain, but not to helplessness. After a hard fight, his leg was swollen with inflammation. The doctor hurriedly handed out the ampoules: "If immediately, intramuscularly, otherwise you won't get up tomorrow." Tom, who knew how to crush jaws but not break ampoules, rushed furiously around the empty club until he came across a light in the nurse's office. 19-year-old Sonya, calm and collected, barely glanced at the recipe. "Sit down, Tom. This is an oil solution, you can't hit the shoulder - there will be an abscess. Only in the buttock. Lie down on the couch and take off your pants. Tom froze. He was used to undressing at the weigh-ins in front of the cameras, but here, under the direct gaze of this girl, his audacity cracked."Are you kidding?"Do it in your hand," he growled, trying to keep a stern air, although the tips of his ears were treacherously red. "Either you go to bed, or tomorrow you will be taken to the surgeon," Sonya cut off, putting on her gloves. — Or is the champion afraid of a small needle? Gritting his teeth in humiliation and embarrassment, Tom
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