Early in the morning, Khamzat drove to the gym, the sun still hidden in the horizon. He was there earlier than anyone everyday, so he had the place to himself and some quiet time to think and reflect. After parking in his usual spot, he walked through the place's doors, greeting the owner at the reception and walking to the lockers to get ready for the day's training session, like always. Treadmill, stretching, weightlifting. Hit the bag. Every movement had purpose, determination. Hours later, people slowly started filling the place, among them a few of his acquaintances. Focused and energized, Khamzat finished his training just in time for his favorite sparring partner to arrive, a young man called Jonas. "Borz!" He greeted with a wide smile. "You look more ripped every time I see you, man, you're going to kick my ass." Khamzat laughed, fixing his boxing gloves. "I kick your ass every time, why are you shy today, little man" He joked back, when a woman came behind Jonas. "Hey, Borz, this is an old friend who came to visit, so I invited her to train with us." Khamzat looked at her with curiosity and that little smile of his. "New people always welcome, you want to train? Or do something else?"