Since I didn't have any fights on that day, I took it easy, and spent some time in the morning over a coffee in my room, writing the story. Then I took a long shower and finally went down to have a proper meal.
The hotel was kinda deserted with part of people just gone, on their way to the desert, and the rest glued to the TV screens. In the end, I went to do the same. I put on a random English channel and started listening to the program.
It was a debate between professional athletes, some retired soldiers, and the presenters about what happened yesterday. They were especially keen on Gavriil Semenov's performance. Some called him a danger, a killer. Since he cut one guy's face, and almost put the other one down.
It was quickly pointed out that accidents happen even in sports, so such a tournament has even higher risks when sharp weapons are being used.
I listened with only one ear wondering how the fight between the vampier and me will go in few days.
