Yuri, in a one-versus-two sparring against Sergei and Igor, heaved as they continued to throw punches, kicks and bluffs at each other on the ring. The ring was in the middle of the gym, where the complete equipment for training and exercise was placed and arranged neatly on the left. On the right side were a punching bag and a built-in huge mirror that almost spanned the entire wall.
Yuri’s hair was already wet with perspiration, and beads of sweat glistened on his face and upper torso. He wore only a pair of blue-gray jogging pants that was comfortable for him; so did his bodyguards who wore black ones. Like him, they panted and were already sweating like a pig. It had been more than a couple of months since they last had a match, and it had been about an hour since they started this.
