Hearing that name getting chanted with fervor over and over, I was still in great disbelief about everything that occurred up to this point, but the phenomenon where someone would find something they were looking for when they weren't looking for it was ringing true.
Sure, there could probably be a couple more Kuzmas here and there but all of Jonathan's points—where half was fucking confusing—pointed to the guy we were still in the process of looking for.
'Another process was to make our moms look for that missing item but that's impossible for me at the moment...'
Once I glanced over the glass windows, I saw a well-built man who was covered in scars—either from stab or bullet wounds—only wearing short trunks and some sort of makeshift cloth wraps that acted as his gloves, ankle supports, elbow pads, and knee pads.
However, I noticed a particular shining object that was sticking out from his elbow pads and his ankle supports—and considering where we were currently, it totally made a lot of sense.
'Running out of fighting cocks didn't mean they had to stop using those...'
The object I was talking about were these "Tari/s" that were basically a karambit for chickens used for cockfighting, and they were generally wrapped around by the chicken's claws or ankles to deal more significant damage to its opponent or in some cases, completely tear its opponent apart, saving the loser some money for butchering it for meat later.
But yeah, the tari Kuzma and his opponent had on themselves were basically karambits or shoddy knives that were purposefully bent or curved to fit the bill. But yeah, it was still dangerous to the user even if it was properly secured but their safety wasn't the main concern in this joint.
Everything was made for fun and entertainment.
I glanced momentarily at Jonathan who was waiting for my reaction, "You're one crazy motherfucker, if that didn't cause too many fatalities, Mr. Cuervo would definitely have this in his shows—"
"Right?! For everyone to have fun, a lot of risks need to be involved!"
With that said, the chanting eventually died down as Kuzma went to the "Meron" side while his opponent was already on the "Wala" side. Those two words basically meant "There is/There is none" in English but the best comparison for it would be our good ol' blue and red corners.
But before the fight even started, I had to slap my forehead because if Kuzma died on that match then and there, Tatiana would definitely be fucking furious and the relationship I had with Artem and the rest would fucking fall down the drain.
However, I know that these fucking Russians—no offense—were hardy as fuck, and his fucking opponent looked like he was down on his last quarters. I very much know the look on people's faces but Kuzma looked like he had a lot of shit going on as well.
'So... I just let the other one die? Is that it?'
To be completely honest, I couldn't give much of a fuck for the other guy because everyone else in this joint probably committed multiple crimes or felonies, went to jail for a year or so, or even still on the run and got lucky when the world ended.
I wasn't saying that everyone who decided to spend their days in a DDR Camp or in this shit hole were good and bad respectively but c'mon, a little bit of being judgmental could go a long way.
And after a few more moments, the bell suddenly rang and the two rushed at each other at the same time.
But as they were only an arm's length away, Kuzma's opponent jumped and wound up his elbow, performing a Superman Punch with a... an elbow, of course, to somehow get the first hit in.
However, as Kuzma was still leaning forward when he rushed in, I saw his leg muscles tense abruptly before he jumped forward in a fraction of a second—his elbow also wounded to the side before they collided.
The conclusion was so fucking metal even I made a face because even I needed goggles to keep my eyes open underwater for extended periods. All I could do in that situation was avoid it or prevent it from happening but the motherfucker powered through that shit for the brief second it could give him to deliver the final blow.
'Doing that needed more than fucking willpower and grit...'
But on that note, another round of betting had already started, and while the body was getting dragged away to be dumped somewhere else, I caught a reflection of Allie putting on an equivalent of a slutty nurse uniform.
She never looked so excited as she put a few things in her medical bag, but before she went out the door, Jonathan stopped her.
"Baby, you don't need to go down. I'll call him up—"
"Really, Daddy? Don't you get jealous when I let him touch me when I nurse him?"
'Aaaand~ We are back to this weirdness...'
Jonathan scratched his head as he looked at his daughter, "Baby, can you resist the urge for a minute because our guests need to meet our best fighter!" then he turned to me, "Isn't that right, Mr. Champion of Champions?"
I nodded dismissively, "Sure..."
"I bet you'd like to fight him next time, so—" then he suddenly spoke on his radio, "Hey! Tell Kuzma to come on up! Allie will patch him here and tell him to look a little decent! We have guests!"
I chuckled as I waved him off, "Don't worry about him looking decent, I just want to meet the guy," then I turned to Allie, "Excuse me, Allie... But are you really a nurse? No offense—"
Allie's eyes lit up, "Wouldn't you like to know~?"
Jesus chimed in, "She is, actually... despite all that... sparkle and enthusiasm."
I nodded approvingly, "I see... but Jesus..."
"Hmm?"
"We really need to make Tatiana come up as well. We should—"
Jesus looked at me a certain way, "You think that's a good idea?"
I thought for a moment and understood his glance, "Right. It's better to just introduce him to the 'crew' later. He should be patched up and not be disturbed further."
At this point, it only took a few moments before we heard a knock on the door and once Jonathan let Kuzma come in, he barely glanced at me when he abruptly came up to my face with bloodshot eyes ready to commit blood murder, staring directly at the smiley pin on my bulletproof vest.
"You... Where did— Who the fuck are you?! ANSWER ME?!"