She got married at the age of 20, believing love was sweet and beautiful, but soon discovered how quickly love could turn to ashes. Her husband changed after a few years—going to clubs with other women while she waited at home, crying silently so their young son wouldn't see her pain.

Through the crack in her bedroom door, ten-year-old Alexander watched his mother's tears, his small body trembling with helpless rage. When she gently asked her husband to stop seeing other women, he'd laugh cruelly and demand she share him, or worse, beat her until she lost consciousness before leaving to pursue his pleasures.

Alexander could only watch, powerless at his young age. He threw himself into his studies to bring her joy, but secretly vowed revenge. As he grew older, he abandoned academics for boxing gyms, training relentlessly in the seedy underbelly of the city. The smell of sweat and leather became his sanctuary, each punch fueled by the memory of his mother's tears.

Twelve years transformed the frightened boy into a powerful young man. At twenty, Alexander stood 1.87m tall with a square, tattooed build honed by countless underground fights. His dark brown eyes still held the same protective fire as he entered their small home, divorce papers clutched in his hand and money from his latest victory burning in his pocket. Today would be the day he finally freed them both.