effects.
All I want you to do in this round
is just keep going with the jab.
- Work in the body a little bit more.
- Yeah, right on.
Take no risks.
Fight!
Palmer is now pushing
his opponent harder.
He tries to provoke him
into rash action.
- Artyom, hes baiting you!
- Corner!
Corner! Corner!
That s my man!
Well done, champ!
Three, four, five...
six... How are you?
Box!
Split! Split! Split!
Box!
Come on!
Come on!
Go for it, man!
Go for it!
Stop!
Corner!
One, two, three, four...
five, six, seven...
Down here.
Keep your distance!
Dont get excited, hell trap you.
Do you think it was bad for him?
It s like a steamroller
over your head.
What kind of sport is this?
Who needs it?
Just keep pushing on him, champ.
Did you hear me?
III knock him out now.
Box!
Come on!
The gloves are off.
Artyom!
Good round, babe! You own him!
Are you okay? Look at me.
Some makeover he gave you.
That s my man. Money in the bank.
This guy is finished.
No more for him.
You have to go through this round.
Stick to him, be a nuisance...
just dont let him get you in a corner.
Artyom, are you okay?
Can you go on?
Do you want me to stop it?
Dont even think.
Box!
Break!
Fight!
Stop!
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Round.
That s what Im talking about, champ!
Yeah, babe!
Yeah!
Yeah, give it for him!
Give him the belt.
That s a fighter.
That s a champion in here.
That s my boy. It s my baby boy.
Way to go, kid.
Yeah, babe. Yeah.
Vika?
- How did you know?
- You smell nice.
It must be the patchouli.
- How are you?
- Not bad.
The head feels like it s not mine.
What does the doctor say?
It s not great.
Theyll examine you
tomorrow and tell you.
- I wonder if III go blind.
- Dont say that.
I should see some light
through the bandages.
And I dont.
Nonsense. It s dark here.
Vika. You better go.
Ill come again tomorrow.
Do you like oranges?
What oranges? I lost the fight!
- And I cant see shit. Do you get it?
- For Gods sake, I warned you!
- Does it hurt?
- Not too much.
At first, I couldnt sleep for two years.
Ive been meaning to ask you
about these...
Tattoos?
They are from the camps.
Tiger stands for strength and rage.
And this on the right side?
It s for compassion is demeaning.
Thanks for seeing me, Vagit.
Sure. Take a seat.
Ill leave you.
Dont move for 2O minutes.
Okay.
Artyom is in a bad way.
Detached retinas,
possibly haematoma.
Had he had a medical?
Sure thing, but that s not the point.
- They have to operate urgently.
- Go right ahead.
Well, you know the doctors
dont work for peanuts.
You are not listening.
Whoever let him fight with
a head trauma, let them pay.
No ones to blame here.
Theres always someone to blame.
Look, the boy can remain an invalid.
If he has butter for brains,
he is an invalid.
Vagit, that s not the way.
Do you wanna teach me something?
See yourself out.
Ill call you if I need you.
Weve known each other for 2O years.
Ill never shake your hand again.
He wont give the money.
Do they have a contract?
Wasnt there a fee for the fight?
Vagit bought him a flat
against future earnings.
Can he sell it?
No. It s worth much more
than this fight s fee.
It s mob rules.
How much time does he have?
Three days.
Then the tissue degenerates
and the lights go out.
Fuck!
Excuse me.
How much is the operation cost?
Depends on the clinic.
Ballpark.
It s not a run-of-the-mill thing.
- In a good clinic, about 3O grand.
- Thank you.
Hello, Igor?
I need your help.
- You want Igor?
- Yes.
It II be a1O-minute wait.
You can sit at the bar.
- Drink anything?
- Lemon soda.
Hell see you now.
Gothic vixen.
Castle lady.
Forest maiden.
Why the mask?
- So you dont recognize me.
- I know you intimately.
Drugs get you out
of touch with reality.
One overestimates oneself.
Im telling you as a doctor lady.
Doctors, surgeons.
I hate the lot.
Are you okay?
Is that sincere
or do you need