The stake - your masculinity! Part 1.

Susan and her daughter loved to work out at the gym three times a week, and today was leg day. Susan, a 42-year-old woman, had a problem with her harmonica, making it very difficult for her to lose weight to avoid gaining weight. Her daughter, Helen, was a young 18-year-old who was happy to share these evenings of training with the person closest to her.

This evening was unusual; they often listened to jokes from this guy, who teased her mother, often provoking her into conflict with this inappropriate guy.

"Woah... let my eyes deceive me if your buttocks haven't sagged even lower?" rudely commented Andrey Petrukhin, a Russian immigrant who assimilated in Europe but didn't abandon his rude habits. Where he grew up, he often bullied the weaker kids and never picked on anyone who could fight back. He wasn't the nicest person, and the only reason he was granted a visa was because of his IT skills.

Helen saw the familiar, cunning face of this scoundrel and gritted her teeth in surprise. They often crossed paths, but on Fridays, he usually drank beer with friends at the bar, which gave the mother and daughter time to work out in peace. They often argued with the manager of the gym, but he was Andrey's friend.

Helen stopped the treadmill first, got off, and approached the rude man. "Listen, we came here to work out quietly and don't want any conflict. Leave my mom alone, she looks great for her age!" Helen tried to calm the insane man down.

"Looks great, you say?" He teasingly glanced at her mother's backside, who blushed awkwardly at such caustic comments. Her daughter had taken her to the gym specifically to help her mother feel better, but this man was making things worse.

"She looks like she stuffed two pillows under her leggings!" He laughed at his own pun as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

Helen began to lose her temper and raise her voice, "Listen, smartass, you've never been a woman and you can't understand how hard it is for some of us to lose weight, especially after having two or more children!" Which elicited another sarcastic chuckle from the man.

Mom stopped the workout and approached her daughter, trying to reassure her that she wasn't alone in this conflict over her honor and right to train there. She was a modest woman, and such ridicule took a heavy toll on her self-esteem, so she rarely responded. "Please, young man..." she didn't have time to finish.

"Oh... that marshmallow man from Ghostbusters, it turns out he can talk?! Now that's news, something to tell my friends at the bar tomorrow!" This time he laughed louder than usual, which knocked the last of Susan's confidence to the ground.

Luckily for Susan and Helen, a girl working out in a discreet corner of the gym, wearing her favorite gold tracksuit, heard about this conflict. She had come to the this gym for a reason, and was glad to finally witness this conflict. Deciding that this guy had had enough of tormenting this woman, she quietly said into her hand, "I conjure you, all your caustic words, and every drop of blood you sucked from these two, will return to them, at the cost of your masculinity, 10 years of life, and... your healthy body!" She pointed her palm at the guy, and an invisible golden vapor enveloped his body.