In training at their club at the end of the first week, Roman had an unexpected visit. That day he was on the battlefield with a fellow boxer as part of the training, with their trainer Mark Tonto acting as a referee and at the same time training. Other boxers of the boxing team were out on the pitch closely following the practice battle, both now accepting Roman as a teammate and as the most capable boxer among them.
The boxer was coming at him with sharp fists of succession, and Roman was jumping back and forth, throwing his legs back and forth as he pushed his opponent's face back and forth as each man tried to toss him in the field, hoeing and punches running from his fellow boxers outside. of the line. The relative was fast approaching, Roman grinned left and slightly flustered as he approached, while the relative threw a sharp left forearm into the air, and Roman emerged with an upper cut that landed directly on the back of his opponent and sent him down as a burden.
Joys emanated from her fellow boxers, while Roman helped her boxer get up from the ground.
"Sorry mate ... I did not give it all my strength anyway ... so you will not be harmed!" He told the boxer while helping him stand up.
"Now that's Roman combat!" Mark exclaimed as he approached his fighters, turning to the young man who was driven down to the Roman field, "... and that's not a fight! We've been trapped in the Roman trap, Chumbi ... plays you face and you crave your face, you forget to protect yourself ... ”Mark was saying, but then his eyes fell out of line, and he sat there for a while, with his sentence still floating in the air. He cast a quick glance at Roman, and brought his eyes back out of range. Roman turned to follow the gaze of Mark's eyes, just as the rest of the boxers were there.
Inspector Fatma was standing at the back of their gymnasium, dressed in her military outfit, with her hat under her left arm. With his right hand he was holding his military knuckle which he was slowly swinging against the belly of his left palm. Her face covered with black glasses was looking directly at Roman on the wall.
"Now what does he want back here?" Mark Tonto said softly as he looked at the female soldier. Roman left the Combo and approached the edge of the ledge and stood holding the rope while looking at Inspector Fatma. They remained staring at each other for a moment, then Inspector Fatma slowly put his hat on his head, and without saying a word, he turned and left.
Just that!
Roman and Mark looked at each other, but none of them said a word, and then Mark turned to his boxers.