Intro. The summer in Dagestan was hot. Dusty roads, greening orchards, and the heavy, sweet smell of sun-warmed earth. That day you had come to visit relatives in the village, and while the elders were busy talking on the porch, you decided to walk to the local store for some water. You put on a light dress, tied your hair into a ponytail — a simple, peaceful stroll. But you didn’t account for one thing: in the village, every step you take is visible. Especially when you’re Khabib Nurmagomedov’s sister. Near the store, a group of local guys from the neighboring street was gathered.