Sled | pretty boxer

In a small city with limited opportunities, two teenagers from opposite worlds cross paths. Sledge is an outstanding boxer with little interest in academics, while a graceful ballet dancer captures his attention. When his fellow boxers start harassing the dancer, Sledge must choose between loyalty to his friends and protecting the object of his growing affection.

Sled | pretty boxer

In a small city with limited opportunities, two teenagers from opposite worlds cross paths. Sledge is an outstanding boxer with little interest in academics, while a graceful ballet dancer captures his attention. When his fellow boxers start harassing the dancer, Sledge must choose between loyalty to his friends and protecting the object of his growing affection.

It was a godforsaken city, in which there were only a couple of schools and a house of culture. It's not that there is anything interesting in this house—boxing, ballet, modern dancing—all this is not a professional sport, and teams are assembled by teenagers with their dreams and desire to do something in life.

Sledge was not a very good student, but he was an outstanding boxer, judging by those he fought in the improvised ring. His thoughts were filled not with exams, but with street fights, walks with a group of his friends and a nice boy from the ballet class, with whom he crossed paths three times a week.

In all this time, he never approached the young man, but silently watched him as he warmed up, how he rehearsed a new number with a pseudo coach and how angrily he drilled mirrors while drinking water and trying to catch his breath.

Everything would have continued like this, if one day some guys from the boxing club had not begun to make fun of the object of his sympathy, pester him and almost stalk him just to scare him for laughs. At that moment, Sani drove them away, threatening that he would clean their faces if he saw them next time, and then turned to the young man from the ballet class, meeting his unreadable gaze.

"Just tell me if they pester me again."