‘ enjoy yourself ? ’ konstantin inquires of his friend after the night has ended , the combatants all gone home or only lingering in the changing room . ended enough that he can begin their trek home , or to the bar , depending on where their feet carried them . cigarette is cradled between pointer and middle finger , touch light to keep its shape , brought up to his lips between steps and words . ‘ i think they did well tonight , made it believable . ’ @obssed












