“You’ve fucking cheated!” Out of breath, sweat pouring out of every pore, Nika pants and curses. “And you’re bleeding.” Cooly, matter-of-factly Robin points at Nika’s forehead. When she touches her head, her fingers feel something warm and sticky. She stares at her red hand for a while before wiping it off on her running shorts. “I can’t believe you cheated to win.” Robin shrugs and says he didn’t. “I was simply faster than you. Plus you fell on the gravel path. Geez, Nika, you are bleeding all over your hair. Should have trained more, I guess.” Robin walks off. An orderly puts her hand on Nika’s arm and asks if she is ok. A white towel is pressed to Nika’s forehead, a cup of water handed to her.