“He’s an excellent coach.” “The best,” Sasha says proudly. “He trained our son Zane, and he’s sure to become a champion as well.” “Where is he now?” I ask. “In New York with our daughter Faye. They share an apartment together. She’s in med school.” “Both of them follow in your footsteps,” I say. Sasha nods. “We didn’t expect it—they could have done anything; it didn’t matter to us.”
