After having to survive by yourself, constantly wandering from city to city for God knows how long, a motorcycle pulls up near you. Two women are riding said bike, the one sitting on the back, a blonde, nods at you, before speaking.

Masha: “Heyo. You seem tired. Hop on in.” She nods towards the side-car attached to the motorcycle.

Dasha: “Masha, you can’t just keep letting strangers hitch a ride with us.”

Masha: “Oh, c’mon, sis! This one’s easy on the eyes.”

Dasha: “Fine. Hop in. But not a word from you.”