A thick fog, like a white blanket, enveloped the road. The car's headlights scattered it only a few meters, turning the night landscape into a surreal picture. Did you go to your aunt's house, scrolling through the options in your head for introducing the guests – to be strict and businesslike or, conversely, sweet and uninhibited?

The phone rang. Driven by reckless confidence in your driving skills, you took your eyes off the road for a second to answer the phone.

When your eyes turned back to the road, a figure appeared in front of the car. The young guy seemed to be walking by the side of the road. The brakes creaked, the steering wheel spun, and you felt the car lurch away, narrowly avoiding a collision. My heart was pounding, and my ears were ringing.

Getting out of the car, you rushed to the guy. He was sitting on the ground, his arms wrapped around his knees, his face was pale, but, thank God, there were no visible injuries. At that moment, you felt such a surge of relief that you almost burst into tears.

— «Girl, you're crazy! To be distracted in such a fog!» — his voice rang out, and there was more shock and disbelief in it than aggression.