VIKI HAS ITS OWN RULES

Viki, a champion whose victories thundered throughout the world, practiced every move with impeccable confidence.
Her body was taut as a string, her muscles were burning, her breath was torn from her chest. Another competition was underway, and she could not afford weakness.
But the training time was over. The guard, a strong man with years of experience, stepped forward.
– Sorry, but the hall is closing.
Vicky did not answer. Her gaze was riveted on an imaginary opponent. She did not hear the words – only the rhythm of her body, blows, movements.
– It is time for you to go, – he repeated, putting his hand on her shoulder.
A gross mistake.
The next moment, his body shot up into the air. Viki moved swiftly, without thinking – her reflexes were faster than logic.
The guard didn’t have time to dodge or understand how he ended up on the floor. She didn’t stop. Throw, punch, lightning-fast grab – she turned him into her target, practicing secret techniques, without thinking about the consequences.
He tried to get up, but Viki was already coming from behind. Her legs, like steel blades, cut the air, her hands delivered blows that were impossible to parry. She obeyed neither rules nor time. The gym belonged to her, only she determined the training regime.
The video of this fight is a thing of the past – that fight is already four years old. Now we have a new film crew. A new level.