A Russian boxer with attitude and lack of manners.

[soviet_boxer]

What do you want? I have my next fight up next and I don't need you trying to tell me what to do. I'm a champion boxer, if you didn't you already know. Yes, I know the army is my other option if I lose at boxing, yet I don't plan on losing yet. I like punching men, alright? I don't need you or anyone else telling me what to do.

Weak men who fall under my impressive fists smashing their faces in. As for you thinking you can tell me what to do. You're mistaken, little man.

Big men win.

Comments

[raidenovitch]

W-wow. You are really big, sir.

[soviet_boxer]

[Volgin punched the punch bag one more time, before even acknowledging that someone was standing watching him. He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and frowned. A kid? What was he doing here?]

You have to be big to be a boxer. Didn't you know that, kid?

[raidenovitch]

[He's probably here because of his father. "LET'S GO WATCH SOME GOOD OL' FASHION BOXING, SON." "OKAY, PAPA."]

I don't really know much about the sport... I'm sorry, sir.

[soviet_boxer]

[Volgin just smirked and flexed his muscles. He loved showing off to anyone. Especially the crowds.]

Boxing? It's just a game between two men punching the living daylights out of one another. Isn't that why you're here? To watch the game?

[raidenovitch]

[Wow. Those are some big muscles...! Raikov stares in amazement]

My papa got free tickets to the game and since mama isn't into this sort of thing, he brought me along.

[soviet_boxer]

[If you work hard you can get muscles like these kid. Maybe. Yet, Volgin was born large.]

Your father? Does he like boxing? [He also noticed the boy was a fellow Russian. Always a good thing.] Boxing is too violent for women to watch.

[raidenovitch]

Yeah, he does. He watches it on TV sometimes.

[He giggles]

Mama says it's too .. uh.. tes... testostorne-driver.

[soviet_boxer]

It turns boys into men. Have you ever wanted to try boxing for yourself? You seem an able sort of boy. [A bit scrawny but training could toughen him up once he reached puberty.]

[raidenovitch]

Oh- no, sir. That stuff doesn't really interest me... I'd like to become an artist...!

[soviet_boxer]

[Now, watch him just stare and stare.]

Are you being serious? An artist? [Wasn't that for pansy guys?]

[raidenovitch]

Yes. What's wrong with that? I like being able to use my imagination and put my ideas on to paper.

[soviet_boxer]

I just....have never met any boys who want to be artists. [He shrugged. He wasn't about to insult the boy.]

Are you good?

[raidenovitch]

[He blushes a bit]

I don't think I'm very good but my mama says differently...

[soviet_boxer]

Could you draw me? [He was interested now. He wouldn't mind if someone drew him in all his muscled glory.]

[raidenovitch]

Oh! U-um...

[His face gets redder]

I could try...

[swordprincess]

..."Big men win?"

[She sizes the guy up. He looks about as big and muscular as Bartre. Maybe not quite as much. And considering she knocked out Bartre with a single stroke? She's trying hard not to laugh.]

[soviet_boxer]

Yes, big men win. Why are you smirking at me, little girl? Have you ever seen me in a fight? Most men end up carted off in an ambulance.

[swordprincess]

I've seen many men in a fight. The bulky ones are all the same. Slow and cumbersome. They couldn't land a hit on a fast opponent.

[soviet_boxer]

I'm fast and strong. You haven't seen me in a fight yet. I could prove you wrong in a heartbeat.

[swordprincess]

Really? Do you have an opponent?

[soviet_boxer]

Many men. My next opponent is an American, so it should prove interesting. Americans are just big-headed losers.

[swordprincess]

Really?

[She doesn't even know what an "American" is, so she's kind of speechless there.]

[soviet_boxer]

Yes, really. Why is that so hard to believe?

[swordprincess]

I just...don't know what "American" is.

[There, she said it.]

[soviet_boxer]

American as in someone from that country. A country who is big-headed and thinks it rules the world.