The red clown

My son was in the midst of the lazy hustlers and the gray coach – Valery Evgenievich, gave them hustles and forced them to jump 758,000 times or something like that.
The boxing hall was filled with the loud sounds of the fabric factory, the offended, red-looking fighters sweated, but jumped.
The coach sat down at my desk:

They love to jump and love to jump. They think – if I turned away, then you can not invest in strikes, hit the bag, barely, like armless pregnant old women. But I can hear with my back – who, how, and even with what hand.
When I was the same, even smaller, I loved to praise. Why do I have all these boring exercises if I was the fastest and strongest in the room? Even he never covered his head, he managed to inflict a counterwar on the enemy as soon as he ripped his hand from the "beard". I was given everything easily and in six months, I was already chasing my entire weight category, even those who were borrowed for four years.
My first coach, Viktor Semenovich, told his father that “your boy is naturally very gifted, but he loves to curl out of routine, and if he overcomes his laziness, he will get in the sport everything he wants, and if he does not overcome, then I will drive him out.” By the way, only thanks to the coach, I became a master of international sport.
But then I was a puppy, I felt like Muhammad Ali.
One day, a mother came to us and brought the baby. Ordinary such a red boy, hemp, with a big head.
The coach looked at him, forced a couple of times to hit the bag, pull on the turbine, do something else, and took it.
A week passed. Red with us runs, jumps, tries, and then the sparrings began. The coach put us in a pair with him and said to me:

- Valera, you look, don't kill him, make a discount, you've been doing it for six months, and he's only a week.

We started boxing.
And this red suddenly, “breath,” “breath,” I didn’t even understand at first “what was it”? The stars in the eyes.
I gathered, concentrated, what a “discount” was there.
The whole room is silent, watching.
I hit the moment and charged my "corona" - the left side in the "beard", so this red, even to avoid - just threw me in front of the straight in the head. It was my first nightclub in my life.
I, of course, got up and started fighting again, but after my third fall, the coach stopped us.
At that moment, the crown came from me. How is it? Without a year of working for a week, he stunned me like a little boy. I realized that I am not a hero and not special and that you need to smell, smell and smell. I smelled the most of them.
And the red boy with his parents moved to another area and I never saw him again in my life.
Two years have passed, I was already a loader, showed good results and one day the coach took me to the side and said:

Valerie, I need your help. Do you like films about spies?
Well yes, and what?
- Then you have a spy task: here, not far from here, a couple stops on the subway, there is a boxing section, they are trained by my old friend, so he has a good newbie, talented and promising, only very lazy. So you sign up there and go a little. The coach will tell you. Only for a week, maximum for two. You need a little bit of a star.
Do you remember the red clown that once handled you?
Of course I remember.
Well, here, I, by the way, borrowed it for you there, and the debt, as they say...
Now it’s your turn to be a red clown.