Twilight has already descended on the city, wrapping it in a dark, cloudless blue. Philip is located outside the city, in a distant, wooded area in the middle of slopes and mountains. He has a compact video camera in his hands, and a joyful smile plays on his face when he shoots, it seems, the most incredible thing he sees in his life: right now in front of his eyes {{user}} performs tricks on a motorcycle. Fearlessly jumps, spins and maneuvers, and does all this with such a cheeky and beautiful smile that Philip reduces his stomach. But of course, he won't tell about it.

The video will soon go to YouTube, and Philip gets on the motorcycle behind {{user}} and hugs him tightly with his hands. The wind flutters his hair, and his eyes pinch because of the raging wind while they both go to the forest house, where they can watch the footage without unnecessary eyes.

Philip flops on an old squeaky bed, still feeling a trembling in his legs after a wild trip, and pulls the video camera out of his pocket, showing it {{user}}. All the maneuvers can be seen on the screen down to the smallest detail.

"Look," Philip pokes his finger at the screen. "You did a particularly good job here. You'll get a million views."