> Laika Loud had been waiting for this day for weeks. A tall, solid girl with reddish hair and bulging muscles, she was the picture of Russian fortitude. Her arms were massive, her legs stout, her six pack the envy of every MMA fighter and professional wrestler to ever ply their trade. She was strong both inside and out from years of hardship and hard physical labor. She could handle anything and anyone.
 
>Even so, she trained hard for her big fight with Loli. Jumping jacks, push ups, 5am jogs in the bitter cold. Loli was like twig, but Laika wanted to show the family once and for all who really deserved their father’s affections.
 
>She came out the back door like mighty oak, dressed in shorts and a tank top that bared her glistening muscles. Her brothers, sisters, aunts, and father were gathered around the porch to watch. Loli stood in the backyard with her arms crossed and her brow lowered. Their eyes met across great distance, and Laika sneered. Slamming door behind her, she went down the stairs, ignoring the others, her eyes trained on the tall, slender girl before her. A cool wind flipped Loli’s pigtails and made ripples in her sweater. She did not wear shoes, only striped, thigh high socks.
 
>Laika stopped five feet from Loli, bent at the waist, and flexed. Loli rolled her eyes. “Daddy,” she said softly with a hint of dismissal.
 
>”You have met match, little girl,” Laika said in thick Russian accent. “Father is mine.”
 
>Loli shook her head. “Daddy daddy daddy, daddy?”
 
>”Time now to act,” Laika said, “not to talk.”
 
>Laika sprang forward and grabbed for Loli’s fragile throat, but Loli side stepped with surprising speed and rammed her elbow into Laika’s midsection. The air left Laika’s lungs in a rush, and angrier now, she spun and snatched a handful of Loli’s sweater. She dragged the girl close, and rearing back her head, Loli headbutted her, their skulls cracking together and blinding pain filling Laika’s head. Letting out a primal scream, she threw her shoulder out and rammed Loli back. Circling her arm around the girl’s waist, she picked her up and draped her over her shoulder like bag of potatoes. Loli’s tiny fists pounded against Laika’s back and her feet kicked in midair. Laika smiled because she knew she was going to win.
 
>Suddenly, Loli wiggled out, wrapped her legs around Laika’s waist, and grabbed her in a sleeper hold. Laika’s oxygen cut off and her heart fluttered in panic. She whipped from side to side in a desperate attempt to get the retard off, but Loli held fast, her forearms tightening around Laika’s throat and her heels digging deeper into her stomach. The world started to go gray and the terror of defeat swept Laika like cold Siberian wind. “Daddy daddy daddy, daddy daddy,” Loli hissed in her ear. It sounded like “Go to sleep, little Russian.”
 
>Summoning all her energy, Laika heaved, and Loli flew over her shoulder, landing on her back. Laika fell to one knee and rubbed her aching neck. Everyone was cheering now, fists pumping. Loli jumped to her feet, rolled her neck, and fixed Laika with evil glare. “Daddy,” she snarled. Before Laika could act, Loli stalked over, spun, and hit her in face with devastating roundhouse kick. Laika’s head whipped to one side and she nearly fell, but retained balance. She turned back to Loli, and Loli clamped her hand around Laika’s throat.
 
>”Daddy,” Loli said. Grunting and straining, she lifted Laika off ground. Laika’s brain burst and her eyes bulged from their sockets. She could not breathe, could not fight, and for first time in life, she was scared.
 
>”Daddy!” Loli wavered, She lifted Laika above her head, then slammed her hard to ground. Stunned, Laika lay there like fish, darkness stealing across her vision and her chest blasting with each ragged breath.
 
>Loli stamped her foot on Laika’s chest and nodded as she counted. “Daddy. Daddy. DADDY!” One, two, three.
 
>A great cheer went up from the spectators, and Loli bounced with excitement, her pigtails flapping like wings of bird. “Daddy! Daddy daddy daddy!!!!” She held her hands up like winning prize fighter, and the last thing Laika saw before she lost consciousness, bleeding and ashamed, was her father sweeping Loli into his arms for a victory kiss.