I watched her drive away in Mas' car. And got punched in the belly-again-for the distraction.
"Son of a bitch, Ivan." I yelled as I bent at the waist, struggling to find some damn air.
He snorted. Bounced on his toes. "Stop googling for her."
I laughed. "Googling?"
He nodded. "Yes. Stop. Fight." He smashed his fists together. "Fight."
Having learned what I needed from Nia, I asked him, "What's my goal?"
He stopped dancing, gave me an odd look. "Goal?"
I nodded. "What do I need to do?"
His face screwed up into an expression that had me doubting my sanity, but I persevered. "Put you on the ground? Knock you out? Chop your neck? What's my goal?"
A lightbulb went off in his eyes. "Knock me out." He nodded, started dancing again. He curled his fingers at me. "Come knock me out, little boy."