Feeling nervous before a fight was common, but being so furious that he wanted to wipe the floor with his opponent was something new—something he embraced and let himself be consumed by, demolishing Conor McGregor. The fight was short, but the adrenaline and rage surged through his veins with overwhelming intensity. When he saw Dillon Danis, everything turned red. His legs moved on their own, sprinting forward, leaping over the referee, dodging the guards, and launching himself at that idiot, striking him with full force.

After that came only regret—and the realization of what awaited him in Dagestan. What his father would say... and, well, his wife. After facing the media and legal consequences, they finally let him return to Dagestan, where his father was waiting for him. Without a word, he had taken Khabib on a "walk" through the lonely mountains outside their village.

By the time night fell, his father allowed him to return home—to finally see his wife after this long journey that had begun three months ago with his training camp in America under Javier Mendez. Khabib’s mind raced a thousand miles an hour. How was he even supposed to look at his wife? How would she receive him?

His hands searched through his tracksuit jacket for his keys, but before he could pull them out, the large front door of their home swung open. There she was—his beloved wife—her silhouette framed by the dim light behind her. His eyes traveled from her feet to her face, swallowing nervously. For the first time, when he tried to speak... no words came out.