Some men are forged in the dark forests of Scandinavia.
Viktor is one of them.
A hunter. Strongman. Carpenter. Father. Soldier. Built like a Viking, with the eyes of a kind old Labrador.
We met during military training. Naturally, we started testing each other.
Unfortunately for Viktor, he had unknowingly entered a competition in which I hold a black belt.
Behind the enormous muscles and questionable sense of humor, I discovered something rare.
A genuinely good man. Intelligent, capable, humble and kind.
The kind of man you'd trust with your life.
And then he asked me a question that made me think. Because perhaps the strongest man in the room isn't the one with all the answers.
Perhaps it's the one brave enough to question what everyone else takes for granted.
This one's for you, Viktor.
You magnificent bastard.
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