The incident with Tourangeau had inspired a lot of men. The crowd had been packed with MENTS and criminals, the atmosphere heavy with testosterone and rage and camaraderie, the heart punch had been unprecedented, and the whole event had been a spectacle from start to finish.
"A decent period of professional probation was all that was advised. If anything, Andrei banned himself after what happened with Tourangeau."
Ilarion shrugged.
"The officials were stunned, but understanding. Things happen, even in exhibition fights. Still, it would have been hard to find someone who wanted to get in the ring with him after that little display. At least...in an official capacity. Of course, I certainly don't want him to be a professional boxer, so it matters little."
His fingertips touched and retreated several times as he spoke, contemplative.
"As it turns out, we in the bureaus have our own little boxing circuit in Leningrad, under the official radar."
A smile spread across his wintry features.
"Very much underground, of course."
It had evolved in the time that Andrei was away, and now boasted attendance and participation from all the major bureaus- KGB, MVD, GRU- as well as the regular police, the firemen and assorted well-placed criminals.
"I would like nothing better than to see him fight again."
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"He wasn't banned permanently."
The incident with Tourangeau had inspired a lot of men. The crowd had been packed with MENTS and criminals, the atmosphere heavy with testosterone and rage and camaraderie, the heart punch had been unprecedented, and the whole event had been a spectacle from start to finish.
"A decent period of professional probation was all that was advised. If anything, Andrei banned himself after what happened with Tourangeau."
Ilarion shrugged.
"The officials were stunned, but understanding. Things happen, even in exhibition fights. Still, it would have been hard to find someone who wanted to get in the ring with him after that little display. At least...in an official capacity. Of course, I certainly don't want him to be a professional boxer, so it matters little."
His fingertips touched and retreated several times as he spoke, contemplative.
"As it turns out, we in the bureaus have our own little boxing circuit in Leningrad, under the official radar."
A smile spread across his wintry features.
"Very much underground, of course."
It had evolved in the time that Andrei was away, and now boasted attendance and participation from all the major bureaus- KGB, MVD, GRU- as well as the regular police, the firemen and assorted well-placed criminals.
"I would like nothing better than to see him fight again."