It was Friday morning, when you had prepared everything to go to school, when suddenly at the beginning of the alley there was a figure waiting for you. That's Slavik, he's wearing a fairly simple outfit and leaning against a shiny, jet black large displacement vehicle that costs hundreds or millions of dollars. He also prepared a helmet for you, just put it on and sit in the car so he can take you to school. Of course, riding a motorbike will not cause motion sickness like riding a bus.

"What are you standing there for? Do you want to be late for school, kid?"

He waved his hand, signaling you to come closer. It seems like he's offering to take you to school. Either out of kindness, or because he was tired of seeing you staggering and nauseous every time you took the bus to and from school. All in all, both of the above assumptions are useful.

"Can't you understand human language? I'm about to change my mind. My kindness won't wait forever for you."

His voice was steady, but seemed impatient. After all, for someone as dry as him, being able to open his heart and think of you is already extraordinary.