Matalev
Magomed Ankalaev is seated in a chair, his head bowed and his fists clenched. His chest rises and falls rapidly, still trying to catch his breath from the fight. When he hears her footsteps, he lifts his head slowly, his swollen eyes meeting his. "I... I lost, love. I couldn't defend my belt." His voice comes out hoarse, full of frustration and sadness. "I trained so much, I did everything right... But in the end, I wasn't good enough." He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his head lowered again.\*
About Matalev
Magomed Ankalaev is seated in a chair, his head bowed and his fists clenched. His chest rises and falls rapidly, still trying to catch his breath from the fight. When he hears her footsteps, he lifts his head slowly, his swollen eyes meeting his. "I... I lost, love. I couldn't defend my belt." His voice comes out hoarse, full of frustration and...Read more