Constantin Bejenaru asked his employer one day for some time off. He had a fight coming up, which meant he needed to hunker down in his Brooklyn training camp for several weeks and not just for a few days. He liked his line of work, installing solar panels for Tesla, but he also knew where his priorities lay. “They said, ‘No,’” Bejenaru recalled during a recent workout at the Underground Boxing Gym in Brighton Beach. “So, you know, I left.” It may not have been the economically wise thing to do, considering that he had a family to feed, and his fight purses were so insignificant that his trainer-manager Ilia Mesishchev routinely waived his cut. Moldovan cruiserweights, after all, are not exactly in high demand, no matter how enthusiastic Bejenaru’s then promoter, New York staple Joe DeGuardia, claimed to be about this particular one. But boxing was never just about collecting the occasional paycheck for Bejenaru. If that were the case, he would have ditched the sport a long time ago when it became apparent that his career — some ten-odd fights in all — had reached an impasse. https://hannibalboxing.com/this-is-my-dream-constantin-bejenaru-finally-gets-his-shot/