Their moxie? I don't remember what the reason was my cousin asks me if I want to go fight. Hell yeah, lets fuck someone up. Everyone in russia boxes, just in case you didn't know, they like to hit shit. So I toss on this black shirt, a roll of coins in each hand with boxing wraps and we head out. Guys we go out to the edge of town, the kind of place where someone falls in and snow and no one is around, they stay in the snow, also frequent packs of wild dogs eat children and homeless there. Yeah, I know, its russia, now back to the story. There are maybe 30 of us and 25 of them, if you want out cover your head face down and hope they stop, if someone dies, they are left if they aren't breathing, no weapons (whoops on my part) and when the fight is called by a set of refs on both sides its over. They did this shit for fun, not for money, not for revenge, not for nothing... fun.