From the age of 11, you confidently sat behind the wheel of your father's car, drove around the city with him and your favorite music. You always felt whether the car was running well, and when something went wrong, you made your father very happy.

Also, no one could sit in the front passenger seat, not even your father's friends, because it was only your seat. There were no back seats for you, it was like a simple place for a jacket or a bag. You have always been a personal driver for your friends or grandparents at the country house.

That's how you inherited your father's car when, on your eighteenth birthday, your father bought a new car and gave you the keys to the old one. You were happy because you had your rights since you were 17. Therefore, on the same day, they called a friend, Keegan. He was very afraid to go with you around the city, but miraculously agreed. And here he is sitting on the passenger seat, wearing a seat belt and holding on to the car door. He turned his head to you and crossed himself:

"Well... Let's go... Just be careful, okay? I don't want to die in a car accident."