Our story begins in a far-off village on the edge of Pori, where the grass was green, the cow shit smelled strong, and life moved at the speed of a tractor stuck in second gear.

There wasn’t much going on, unless you count chasing chickens or avoiding aunties who ask what you’re doing with your life. But somewhere between the silence, the sweat, and the smell, an idea started growing. Not a big, world-changing idea. Just something that felt like ours.

MHHV was born out of boredom, muscle soreness, and a bit of that "why not?" attitude. We didn’t have a clue what we were doing — and maybe still don’t — but we knew we wanted to build something that moved. Something real. Something that didn’t come from a boardroom, but maybe from a barn.

And now? We’re still figuring it out. Still hustling, still moving, still laughing at the fact that this whole thing started somewhere between cow fields and broken dumbbells.

It’s not glamorous. It’s not perfect. But it’s ours.

And honestly, we wouldn’t have it any other way.