Adam was feeling pretty satisfied having just knocked out the
(perceived) poacher.

"Wow," he said looking at his fist. "I really have become a lot
stronger then when I first arrived here." He started heading back to Blanka's hut, the unconscious opponent forgotten as he went back to his new home. As soon as he arrived, he clicked on his laptop to check his e-mail and do his homework. Blanka came into the hut as well.

"Where's your friend sensei?" He asked looking at his green friend, whom most would consider a monster.

"He had to leave...something about 'Sagat' and 'eternal vengeance'."

Blanka replied with a shrug.

"Ah." He said tapping a few keys on the computer. "Lesse if I got any e-mail..."

Blanka stood up, stretching to his full height for a moment before walking to his friend to look over his shoulder and see what he was looking at.

"Crap." Adam mumbled reading over an e-mail sent to him by his father.

"Oyaji no baka!" He said, switching away from English, or 'Blankanese' into his native Japanese language. Blanka simply looked at him confused. "Ahhh..." Adam started to amend. "My father sent me an e-mail, he's on a business trip in Moscow and wants me to visit him. He's even sent me tickets at the post office." He sighed.

"So what does that mean?" Blanka asked looking at him with an innocence that really only a child possesses.

"It means I've got to leave for a while sensei." Adam said angrily as he started packing his belongings, trying not to look at the sad green jungleman standing nearby. "I'll be back as soon as I can be. I promise." This seemed to appease Blanka.

"Come back as soon as you can!" He said performing a few standing backflips.

"Oh hey..." He said fishing around in his duffel bag, the camera he came with had been left totally forgotten since that first day, and his encounter with Blanka and the panther. "Lookit what I found." He said holding it up for the green man to see.

"Can you eat it?" He asked curiously.

"No Blanka sensei." Adam said chuckling while he shook his head. "It's a camera, it sort of...makes drawings of people it's pointed at...hold still now sensei." He said setting the timer on the camera and programming it for two pictures in a few moments as he quickly jogged over to Blanka and stood next to him as the two flashes went off, and two papers slid out of the slot, the boy handed them to the Brazilian wild man.

"Just wait and in a few minutes it'll show you and me. Keep it as a reminder until I get back." He said with a smile putting the other copy into his pocket as he shouldered his duffel bag.

"Byeeeee!" Blanka called after him.

'So much like a child.' Adam mused on his friend as he walked to the post office and picked up his tickets then took a cab to the airport.

"Hmmm...might as well do some research on Russia." He said turning on his laptop. "To find anything fun to do..." He also needed to visit a nearby store and get a Japanese to Russian dictionary, of course naturally he'd have to rely on his knowledge of English, and fair amount of Portuguese and translate that to Russian, so as he typed away on the laptop he walked to the terminal. "Hmmm...'Russia historic facts, world war 1...world war 2...' Boring."

And so for Adam the plane trip to Russia passed with minimal interest until he arrived at his hotel and met his father.

"Ah it's good to see you Adam." His father, Fujita Honshi, a slightly overweight Japanese man with balding black hair, and a rumpled business suit on greeted him at the airport. "Come now don't give me that look. Just try to enjoy some time with your father. I'll even let you try Vodka."

"Oyaji. I was enjoying myself in Brazil." He said offhandedly.

"Ahhh, but I also came up with some entertainment for you." He said walking quickly to keep up with his son as they approached the car the Kanzuki Zaibatsu had provided for them. "I've arranged for you to watch a match with...oh what do they call him...oh. The 'Red Cyclone'. A wrestler, you enjoy those things right? Or at least you enjoy watching my boss's daughter get into all those fights." He sighed.

"Alright. When and where?" He asked, he and his father were never terribly close.

"8:30, at the old steel factory." He said then gave the driver
directions for the hotel.

Adam tolerated his stay with his father until 8:30 then took the tickets, noting a backstage pass with it as he arrived at the steel factory, he also took his translation book with him.

"-And comrade Zangief is destroying his challenger!" The announcer yelled into his microphone, of course Adam was having trouble understanding it, and really could only understand about a third of everything he was hearing.

Zangief on the other hand didn't need to hear the announcer to know he was winning as he locked his arms around his opponent's waist and flung him backwards over his head, then walked over to him when he got up, picking him up with one arm, easily enough seeing as his opponent wasn't that large really, would probably have rated 'cruiserweight' in American wrestling, and gave him a powerful choke slam before pinning him down as the ref quickly brought in the three count.

"Wow," Adam said stunned at the quickness of the victory.

"Is there no one here who can go more then a few moments with the Red Cyclone?" The announcer asked slowly giving Adam enough time to read the translation in the book.

"Ohhhh, I can take him!" Adam said dashing and hopping up into the ring, the entire audience burst out laughing certain it was a joke.

"Uhmmm....kid..." A gruff man asked, probably Zangief's personal trainer, he looked like at one time he had been in impressive physical shape, but had let himself go. Now he was grey, and possessed a beard.

"this is NOT a joke, this is serious, comrade Zangief does not hold back for ANYONE even a child."

Adam looked confused before flipping through the book looking for the words he said, with a sigh the older man grabbed it out of his hands took out a pen and underlined the jist of what he said.

"Hey I can handle myself!" Adam declared arrogantly. "Just bring him on!"

"It's your funeral boy." The man said before walking over to
Zangief and saying something to him, the enormous Russian nodded before getting up from the stool in his corner of the room. Unlike most wrestling matches, this wasn't taking place in a ring but literally on the bare metal floor of the factory, that made falling rather undesirable.

"Gimme the bell, gimme the bell." Adam said until he heard a ring. "Did anyone hear a noise?" He asked in Japanese as he watched Zangief approach him. "Let's see how ya like my Rolling Attack!" He said spinning foreword, folding his arms and legs together like a cannonball, plowing straight into Zangief's chest, all he really accomplished, he saw as he landed on his feet, was delaying the Russian's approach. "Ooooooh crap."

Suddenly with a speed that was belied by his size he grabbed Adam and threw him backwards, in a belly to belly suplex. All the young fighter could do was wait until the height of his arc before trying to right himself, or at least make as little impact when he hit the ground as possible, sadly it was the latter that occurred, and he stood up rubbing his shoulder.

"Okay...he's strong, and pretty fast." Adam said "but i'm STILL
faster." That said he began a strategy of dodge, rolling attack, dodge repeat.

However Zangief's sheer size, muscle, and years of training enabled him to easily handle the attacks without breaking a sweat. 'Crap...why wont he go down!' He complained mentally as Zangief grabbed him again,

Adam this time wrapped himself around the wrestlers arm attempting to perform an armbar on him, only to be slammed to the ground, losing the air in his lungs as Zangief backed away instead of pinning him.

The boy started pulling himself up, "Alright...t-time...to try something !" He declared while trying to catch his breath as he channeled the electricity through his body, managing it more easily in the midst of the fight before placing his palms on the floor sending shockwaves of electricity through the
floor and managing to electrocute Zangief slightly, although he only managed to stun him slightly. It was enough though as Adam charged throwing a punch at Zangief's stomach, seeing as it was about the only thing he could reach, but the muscles of his opponent easily warded off the blow as Zangief knocked Adam away having lost a minimum of breath.

Adam knew he couldn't keep the pace up forever as he tried his rolling attack again, but this time Zangief had readied himself and grabbed the boy just before impact and raised his arms, settling Adam on his shoulders slamming him to the ground, head, neck, and back tacking the brunt of the blow. Zangief again walked back instead of pinning Adam letting
him stand up, his vision swimming.

"Alright..." he said to himself. "one last...trick..." He quickly tried his rolling attack one last time, quickly grabbing Zangief as he did the same and sending his electric charge through his arm. The large wrestler dropped him as his arm went numb, Adam quickly let loose again with a flurry of punches and kicks at his stunned opponents mid section and legs. However he shrugged it all off again and managed to use his arm to grab Adam quickly jumping into the air and shouting something in Russian, Adam's whole body exploded with pain before everything went dark.

He awoke a few hours later with his father, Zangief, and the other man standing around him. "Anyone get the number of the train that hit me?"

He asked rubbing his head, and various other bruises. Without the adrenaline rush of the fight, the pain was very noticeable.

"What's wrong with you!" His father yelled. "Trying to fight him! Look at the size of the man!"

"SorRY Oyaji." He grumbled rubbing his head, trying to ignore the throbbing. "It seemed like a fun challenge."

"Da." Zangief said. "That was an interesting fight. I am still having trouble moving my arm."

Adam once again flipped through his translation book before his father told him what he said. "Oh yeah, heh, Blanka-sensei taught me that.

He's even better then me at those moves I used." He said, letting his father translate.

"I shall have to visit this 'Blanka' and fight him as well." ,said
Zangief.

"He lives in Brazil." Adam said relying still on his father as a
medium. "Maybe I'll take you to see him sometime. But what is that style you used? That wasn't just wrestling."

Zangief nodded, "It is a combination of wrestling and a Russian
fighting style called Sambo.

Adam grinned. "Cool! Can you teach me some?"

Zangief nodded again with a slight smile. "I would be delighted. You are the most challenging opponent I've had in a while, I would enjoy seeing you become even stronger."

"Then it's settled." He said slowly flipping through his book
ignoring his father's protests. "Where shall we meet?"

"Come back here tomorrow at the same time the match was, we'll begin your lessons then."

"Uhm...Adam, I'm only here for a few days, and without my aid you'll be totally lost here."

"Then I'll only take a few lessons." He told his father.