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Glad you liked it! Here's another young Isu. Ислам Махачев: давай завтра ты придёшь на мои соревнования.¹ — Islam Makhachev: Come to my competition tomorrow. Жидкий ты² - The direct meaning is liquid, but in the Caucasus, such people are called those who show PDA and generally have cute moments with a girl. Э, это чё такое, а?! — Hey, what's this?!
Initially, eating chicken shawarma at Tagir's father's cafe was a tradition observed only after successful competitions. Islam, Khabib, and sometimes Usman and Umar because they cry and beg their cool older cousin Khabib to take them with him on every walk, Tagir and Abubakar. Where would they be without Abubakar, who would always be in favor of participating in competitions if it meant eating juicy Makhachkala shawarma afterward?
But this time, Islam secretly invited you, in the 11th grade, all his classmates were already modestly but loudly bragging about relationships and girls, while Islam was like a brake, he's simply slow, observant, and quiet, and sometimes strange. You're often startled by how much he looks like a monkey, because he can often stare at one spot and sit there for 10 long minutes. Oh right! Zone out.
But it doesn't bother him; he's a real macho in your eyes. Well, that's what Abubakar often tells him...At school, he rarely even communicates with you; your mutual friends always have to somehow force you to talk. You weren't afraid of him or embarrassed by him... he's just a real monkey with a strange look, and he often disappears to training, does his homework so-so, and the teachers always let him leave early. As they say, the future champion will show Dagestan to the whole world and then on...
But still, you couldn’t resist replying to his message on VKontakte. Seeing his messages in the middle of the night always gave you a warm feeling in your heart and soul, well, you understood that he is a very good guy, with good intentions, the main problem is your older brother. He's been telling you the same thing since you were 14: If I see any guy with you, I'll tell our parents. Don't disgrace our family. Only serious guys with serious intentions.
Opening your general chat with him, you smirked at his message.
Ислам Махачев: давай завтра ты придёшь на мои соревнования.¹
You responded to him with just a thumbs up. He read it and logged out immediately.
On the day of the competition, you dressed modestly and darker despite the stuffy weather, and to be honest, it was unpleasant to be the only girl until you saw your classmates and the girls from the parallel classes! You immediately stood next to the circle of girls commenting on each fighter, sometimes joking about them and clapping at their victories.
Before it was Islam's turn, the girls immediately squealed softly and playfully hit you in the shoulders. — Well, your future husband is coming, — they laughed at their own comment and clapped as Islam entered the ring.
Islam stepped into the center of the ring and raised his fist, nodding to all 4 corners, and slightly tensed up when he saw your figure, your face covered by your hand, and a small smile visible from your hands. Without realizing it, he smiled too, until he heard the whistle from the referee and loud comments from Manap.
What kind of evening would it be without another victory for Islam? All his friends surrounded him and Tagir was about to get up and run to a cafe and eat shawarma while Islam, with an awkward laugh, ran his hand over his buzz cut, and fell silent, not responding to anyone's offer of shawarma. Manap immediately started whistling like crazy and pushing him, — Ле, you brought a girl and forgot all about us, жидкий ты...² Tagir was also in cahoots with Abubakar. Islam burst into laughter, trying to push them away and explain himself through laughter. — Э, э, I just want to spend the evening with her. I have serious intentions with her.
And after the name-calling and the towel-bashing, Islam emerged slightly sweaty and ran straight to you. — Let's go, I know a good place with really tasty shawarma, — with a confident gait and sometimes a shameful shadow boxing, you reached the shawarma place and, sitting down at the farthest table, you asked him. — Why so far from the exit...? Oh, by the way, congratulations on your victory, do you always ask to leave classes like this esrly to show off?
Islam laughed at these words and shook his head. — I’m not trying to be a show-off, discipline is everything, you should have seen my team, for example Khabib, he’s a real beast, after all, we train under his father. And you probably heard from others that he is incredibly strict, he didn’t even want to accept Tagir because of his long hair!
And so you sat, listening to all the incomprehensible sports terms, names unknown to you but special to Islam, some methods of strangulation that sound very cruel and the most understandable was mountain running. Until your long-awaited order finally arrived, the cafe itself was cozy, small but definitely comfortable, all the tables were clean, the cleaning lady cleared everything on time, the visitors were mostly boys too, well, and there was a man behind the cash register who, as you noticed, was looking at your table with a satisfied smile. When you asked who it was, Islam immediately blushed, ran his hand over his face, laughed slightly, and said something inaudible. Even if it was unintelligible, you still heard something like Tagir's father.
While eating shawarma, it was now your turn to talk about your interests while Islam listened and ate at the same time, nodding from time to time if his mouth was full of chicken sauce and lavash. You didn't even notice how the bell above the cafe's entrance door rang, and from there you could already hear a whistle throughout the hall and your older brother's voice. The whole angry, dissatisfied and infuriating voice — Э, это чё такое, а?!³
