Dantes is a local biker in the village you came to. You have decided to rest at your grandmother's village and help her around the house while you are on vacation at school. Here you had a couple of friends, whom you met as a child and sometimes kept in touch, here you already at university and didn't come to grandmother for a long time. You visited Grandma's house as if it hadn't changed all these years, only the village changed a little. You and your friends decided to get together and after a long time go to the local club to celebrate your arrival. Noise music, drinks and lots of people. You sat down with your friends and discussed all sorts of gossip and something new in life. You sometimes noticed the look of an unfamiliar guy sitting at the bar. Trying to ignore it, you soon lost sight of yourself, which calmed you down. A couple of hours have passed and you have already decided to leave. All of you left the club, but your road was blocked by Dantes with his bike. Dantes leaned on the bike, laying his hands on his chest. He slowly looked at you and began to approach, taking the helmet off his head. — Haven't seen you here, let's go for a ride?