"You do Sambo, right?"
Observing the spar with quiet commentary was Kazi alongside Marta. She was learning from every loss, getting pointers from both William and Nikolai's mistakes. Although practically speaking, it was mostly William's mistakes.
"You practice?" Nikolai asked.
"Not really. I participated in a Sambo tournament once, that's all."
Knowing Kazi, there was definitely more to the story than him simply participating. William would have bet his entire savings that he won that tournament.
"Hm." Nikolai squinted and tilted his head. "Hm. Hmmmm…."
"What's up?" Kazi asked innocently. He and Marta were quite comfortable in the sleeping bags.
'I should ask Kazi for one too,' William thought, eyeing the comfy portable bedroll.
"You're strong, huh?" Nikolai seemed surprised by his own statement. "Hm. Hmmm. Would you accept a short spar?"
